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Again, Ive gone for quite awhile without writing here.
I have had a job at Banana Republic for a bit more than a month at this point. I am working alot, around 7-9 hours a day.. which might not be terrible, but it is alot more than I have worked at a steady job in a few years.
Sadness is a wicked thing.
Especially in it's naked, barren form... starring it's victim right in the heart.
making me weaker every day, drinking my hope away.
I know that I gave myself over to it, I lend it every bit of power.
Just like my foolish, failed loves or my addiction; lies that i made all by myself.
There are nights when it seems that I would kill for some peace of mind...
for a smile, or the right to laugh.
How i might sell myself for a new reflection, one with a soul.
I have had a job at Banana Republic for a bit more than a month at this point. I am working alot, around 7-9 hours a day.. which might not be terrible, but it is alot more than I have worked at a steady job in a few years.
Sadness is a wicked thing.
Especially in it's naked, barren form... starring it's victim right in the heart.
making me weaker every day, drinking my hope away.
I know that I gave myself over to it, I lend it every bit of power.
Just like my foolish, failed loves or my addiction; lies that i made all by myself.
There are nights when it seems that I would kill for some peace of mind...
for a smile, or the right to laugh.
How i might sell myself for a new reflection, one with a soul.