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| Have you ever been in love?
Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up a whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that. Especially not love. I hate love.
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| Sometimes its better to just accept defeat.
Pull back.
And wait..
Wait for something that might never come..
Wait for the peace you've yearned for.
The world moves around you, spinning at its regular speed and suddenly you feel like you are gonna fall off this rock, just trip and fall in...
Sometimes you wish the world would just - stop.
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I'm tired of the waiting cause I've waited so long
Though my love isn't fading cause my home is where you belong
And where have you been I've got to tell you whats on my mind
I miss all the smiles from the days we left behind
how long will I wait to find out
I'm holding on cause I need to find out
hold on by my side
And if I asked you to love me another time
would you come back and tell me that you were already mine...
*sigh*
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| How do we draw lines, boundaries per say for situations in life?
How are these limits made?
Who makes these rules?
Do we ourselves make our own limits for our own life?
What if our limit crosses someone else's?
What do we do then?
How do we recover from a potentionally embarrassing situation?
So what do we do then?
Whats the remedy?
Distance is short when your hand carries what your eye found
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| I am not like everyone else...
You know...
I'm gonna take you to where I go...
Where we can stay and play...
All day...
We be swimming...
I don't need no shoes..
That if you asked me to stay...
You and me...
Under the water...
Don't need no swimming pool...
I'll settle for the beach...
Don't need no swimming pool...
I'll settle for the beach...
Don't need no swimming pool...
I'll settle for the beach...
Torn...
Taken apart...
Viewed from all sides...
It lays barren...
That pool of dreams...
We need to go fishing again...
For bait that might not work...
Maybe our prayers will...
So we don't need no swimming pool...
We don't need to stay down under...
Come up...
Come into the light and see the beauty...
The beauty that is yours...
That you've given...
Watch it prance...
And be thankful...
That it still resides with you in your heart...
And in your mind....
And most importantly in your feet...
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