Jumat, 19 Februari 2010

☂ɪ love♥ you ɪғ you love♥ me ɪ haтe✖ you if you hate✖ me☺ ♫

Along the way u bump into ppl who make a dent on your life. Some ppl get struck by lightning. Some are born to sit a river. Some have an ear for music. Some are artists. Some swim The English Channel. Some know buttons. Some know shakespeare. Some are mothers. and some ppl can dance.

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I was on the path to recovery, but i can feel myself relapsing now. Demons are crawling out from the floorboard and wrapping their webbed fingers around me, pulling me down into the darkness of shadows. It feels safe there. So safe. I'm letting them take me. I need my demons, without them, I'm letf with the pang of emptiness. I need them to fill me back up. I've been jumping from tops of buldings. For the thrill of the fall, ignoring sound advice and ignoring the consequence. My bones hae shattered, my pride is shattered and in the midst of this self inflicted pain. I can see beutiful rescue.

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Sometimes you have to be apart from ppl you love,
But that doesn't mean u love them less,
Sometimes it means you love them more!!



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