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I'm moving on
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I'm moving on
I'm trying to be strong With the people in my life there for me With them they help me see clearly Since I can't pick the strong things to do They help me with things that I can undo There are people in my life that somewhat care But knowing me I wouldn't dare Do anything to scare them away Since now they apparently are now family, right now this very day. Some are here when I need them to be Then again others I just don't even want to see The people in my life I hold very dear Can easily stab me in the back with a spear But they seem to help me more when in times of need So with them I can achieve The things in life that wasn't presented to me in the past But with them as my family and friends everything will last. |
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You hold my hand...
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Awe thank you =]
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You hold my hand...
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Yeah I jinxed myself in writing this awhile ago, but I just felt like posting this up so some of you guys can read it.
You hold my hand and I look into your eyes Picturing the moment when I lose your love I surely will break down and start with my cries Knowing this I would like to show you the ways How I spend every waking moment thinking of the past days When we first met, when we first kissed I felt accompished I want to tell you that you are one of my best friends Hoping our love and friendship won't ever end I need you in my life because you my heart and soul When your with me I feel complete and whole I really wouldn't know what to do if I lose you Because your my life, my love, and my break through Every waking moment your not with me I wish you were because I know we are meant to be My love for you won't ever die Because your the one for me in my eyes. |
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Trying to move on
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Why do I feel so guilty when I'm near that stop?
Like an eternal pain that just won't drop. Even thinking about past moments almosts makes me shed some tears But that's all in the past and I've tried so hard, so now I'm changing gears. Looking ahead and wondering where I'd be Making a name for myself hoping I'll get free From this acursed place I'm forced to call a home More like a prison cell shaped dome I've done so many things that should never be said I won't ever speak of them I'd rather be dead I write this so I can be heard and seen Knowing that I want to be redeemed For all the acts that I've done in the past Knowing nothing in my life will ever last. Thinking about irrelavent moments during my lifetime But knowing moments are spent away like a nickel or dime. |
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