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I walk down the street There is a deep hole in the sidewalk I fall in. I am lost...I am helpless It isn't my fault It takes forever to find a way out I walk down the street There is a deep hole in the sidewalk I pretend that I don't see it I fall in again. I can't believe I am in this same place. But, it isn't my fault It still takes a long time to get out I walk down the same street There is a deep hole in the sidewalk I see it is there I still fall in... It's a habit, but my eyes are open I know where I am It is my fault I get out immediately I walk down the same street There is a deep hole in the sidewalk I walk around it I walk down another street ^^I love this poem, and thought it kinda related to what you and Heather were talking about. It reeeeallly hits home with me, so that's why I love it so much. :/ |
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We're all bad people... |
generalized anxiety disorder:
Difficulty concentrating Fatigue Irritability Problems falling or staying asleep, and sleep that is often restless and unsatisfying Restlessness, and often becoming startled very easily I have all of these symptoms... ._. |
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Well, no two flowers are the same are they? |
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...I'm the former. |
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There are lots of things you can compare people to. Diamonds and flowers are just two. And sometimes, with the help of the sun, those flowers may one day gain the strength to bloom. |
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I think of myself as a rock in the bottom of a river. I'm bumped and jostled by all the other rocks that lift away and go with the current, but I'm stubborn, and I like my mucky mud sticking me to the bottom, but I don't know where the other rocks go and if it's better there and I'm caught between realizing that it's time to leave and knowing that I want to stay. |
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And you are the latter, btw. |
Do you ever think back to earlier grades and really REALLY miss your old friends? ;w; Lately, I can't stop thinking about this kid I knew in 6th grade. I miss him a lot...I never knew anyone that could make me laugh so much. I remember, one day, after I had a horrible migraine, I was sitting in the lunch room, holding my head...I was too sick to eat...I felt horrible, and was stressing over something on top of it. After promptly stealing my pumpkin muffin and teasing me about something random, he suddenly realized I still wasn't feeling well. Then he told me what has to be the funniest joke about Americans that I've EVER HEARD. X'D He just kept firing joke after joke at me, and after a while, I actually started to feel better. I remember all the times kids picked on me for being different, and he always went after them like a mad dog.
... *le sigh* I wonder if he ever thinks about me. :( |
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