| Stresses all clamor to own my days
Moving and changing in a stormy haze
Seeking my surrender in a blinding rush
Watching for white flags, but only to crush
From a tiny corner the real me speaks
A smile playing gently on sun-blessed cheeks
I raise my candle, not willing to fail
And challenge the wind of a powerless gale |
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| ive jez realized.. it hella suxs wen ur frenz who u used to be hella good frenz wid dun say hi... oR dun talk to you nemore... it jusss hella suxs.. i mean ive juss been thinkin about all the good memories ive shared wid them..and now their juss all gone away .. i guess things change... and life isnt juss fair. oh well we'll see how things turn out next year.. but why do these things half to happen? argghh |
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