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Good byes.
Something so simple and consistent. Something we have all experienced time and time again. It combines the long awkward moment with a short and swift exit. Signifying an end to what once was. An end of an era. A fulfilling moment that always had an end. The conclusion was always present, always there. But sometimes we choose not to focus on it. It almost makes the certainty uncertain for a period of time. But we all know its coming. Sometimes we focus on it to heavily and it ruins the remaining time you have. What I'm trying to say is there is no set way to deal with it. Its something you have to get used to. There are no sedatives to numb the pain or refill the exposed void. Effort is short lived. Things will never be the same. But the time spent will always have a receipt. A blank none existent piece of paper. Imprinted in to your brain. Converted in to the form of colourful images and videos. These memories will always remain on your saved data. It's the only way we know those times actually happened. Good byes are depressing situations. But the time before and leading up to that outcome are priceless. An invaluable phenomenon that we should all appreciate.
Kela lewis-morin
Something so simple and consistent. Something we have all experienced time and time again. It combines the long awkward moment with a short and swift exit. Signifying an end to what once was. An end of an era. A fulfilling moment that always had an end. The conclusion was always present, always there. But sometimes we choose not to focus on it. It almost makes the certainty uncertain for a period of time. But we all know its coming. Sometimes we focus on it to heavily and it ruins the remaining time you have. What I'm trying to say is there is no set way to deal with it. Its something you have to get used to. There are no sedatives to numb the pain or refill the exposed void. Effort is short lived. Things will never be the same. But the time spent will always have a receipt. A blank none existent piece of paper. Imprinted in to your brain. Converted in to the form of colourful images and videos. These memories will always remain on your saved data. It's the only way we know those times actually happened. Good byes are depressing situations. But the time before and leading up to that outcome are priceless. An invaluable phenomenon that we should all appreciate.
Kela lewis-morin
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Expectations
The pressure keeps me going,
Yet holds me back.
The thought isn't comforting
It feels like an attack.
The sort that keeps me up at night;
Why my fingernails are short.
Like a dark and looming blight;
A disheartening exhort.
Better, better, better!
The expectation is quite blunt.
Never, never, never...
Exactly what they want.
I'm not the person I want to be,
Due to expectations.
Under the eyes that never see
My pain is their creation.
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She Believed
I stumble through my mind,
Weakened by the pain of years.
I always search but cannot find
The source of all my bitter tears.
I see a light, an anchor, a hope;
I limp faster, relieved by the sight.
I found a gentle, downward slope
Like a rescue from a blight.
I lean on you, no longer afraid;
Finally I have found relief.
Tears dry, memories fade,
Like wind carries a wilted leaf.
But in the end, it wasn't true
You held my heart yet let it die.
My anchor became my noose;
My trust was blinded to your lie.
How could I be so ignorant?
You pledged to never leave my side.
There's none to blame but myself
"She belie
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Eternal Life [Remix]
Eternal Life [Remix]:
We are creatures of mortality
Born to live and die.
Yet there are those amongst us
Who resent the last goodbye.
They see it as an end to things;
The call of colder waves.
They have a fear of being trapped;
Locked away in graves.
But deep beneath the buried earth
No one hears you scream.
Pound and smash against the coffin;
End this horrid dream!
Kiss the flower of the reaper
Bear his blissful touch...
Soon you will be wisked away
Warm within his clutch!
But now you know the dreaded fear
Of why we cannot die.
We hear the reaper calling us
That we cannot lie.
In both our dreams and waking nights;
We se
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Sometimes I just write about things randomly. I guess its how I try to understand certain ways of life and the things that happen in it. I thought I might as well express my view on here see what you guys think
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This is very true