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when to stop grieving inside and start moving..the reality that keeps holding me back is fear, utter lonliness and sheer disappointment...the unpredictable and the unknown....don't have a lot of people in my life...getting fewer...all i wish for right now is peace and courage to do the things i need to do at this very moment............will it ever come? ;)

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I know that this is hard for you, and I understand. This setup is entirely new to you. But as I’ve been telling you ever since the day we met, charging blindly into battle against these forces you’ve been telling me about would ensure your victory over them. The least they expected is you coming at them with all you got, laughing like a crazy hag while you’re at it.

 

You notice that they’ve been avoiding you since that day you finally let them know how you felt. Now, they understand. They do not know you like I do. I know what you are capable of. They never imagined you pulling something like that off.

 

Eventually, they will learn to genuinely respect you and your decisions. They’d have to accept who you are, and who you want to be. They should never control you. You have your own life. You let them live theirs. They should let you live yours. And this is the start of a whole new you.

 

I really stink with endings, so I'm just gonna say "have a good life, and always stay strong".

 

If ever you need anything from me, you would always know how to find me.

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for you...you know who you are...

 

...i just want the hurtin to end. ive just about had it. we go round in circles. and i know that. dont you think it frustrates me. dont you think it makes me wanna scream -- let me off!!!

 

i so hate the mess we are all in. i wish things could have been different but whats the use of wishes, when they hardly ever come true.

 

you always tell me things that make me want to hang on, and i always listen... they do the same...but i have no freakin clue how much longer i can sustain this.

 

...i just want the hurtin to end.

 

please.

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i dedicate this poem for the peepz out there who are needlessly suffering... forever a victim.

 

Painful Misury

 

Fullish Nightmares

Bloody tears

Broken Hearts

Sliced Wrists

 

Misury in it's own

I created my world

And prayed someone

Anyone

Would save me

 

It's my world

It's my pain,

My blood,

My misury

 

Shameful tears i lay on my pillow

Crying over you

My heart breaks each time I think of you

 

I did it to myself

Why do I ask for help?

It's my world,

My whole,

I dug my grave

Now I lay in it...

 

My Misury

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Miss T,

 

First of all, I'd like to apologize for what happened yesterday. I failed to anticipate what those guys did, although admittedly, their tactic was kind of predictable. I've known them since my early days at the company, and it's actually their practice of finding an opportunity to hit on the new girls. I thought they would have outgrown this habit by now, for most of them are already married (apparently, this is not so.) What made matters worse, was that they said some things that were a bit out of line. I knew that I had to find a way to divert this kind of unwelcome attention from you, so I tried to steer the conversation to more trivial matters (thus, effectively excluding you from it.) It's a good thing you took this cue to make a graceful exit, and that they had no excuse to follow suit. I do hope that you'd forgive me for this, for it was my previous association with them that provided the basis for a formal introduction, in the first place. I can't blame them for acting the way they did, though. You could expect more of the same when you meet the other guys, because they're so drawn to you (like bees to a flower, so to speak.) I hope this didn't ruin your day, Miss T. You may call it an "occupational hazard" (particularly for someone like yourself.) May this experience equip you with the knowledge to deal with similar situations in the future (which is very likely.) Again, my sincerest apologies.

 

Respectfully yours,

S

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Hi C. I miss you. I regret not having admitted to you that I wished to be by your side these past couple of months. I miss the warm friendly hugs and kisses. I so miss your 75 different kinds of smiles. I should have told you that I once thought of pursuing what I've been feeling for you all these years. I do think about you sometimes. I feel good that you just know me so well and trust that my weaknesses won't get the better of my judgement, my friend. I hope, when things fall in their rightful places, that we'd finally be together, just like in my dreams. :)

 

hehe...kasentihan... :cool:

 

uy, joke lang 'to ha...

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Bring Me Down

-=icewulf=-

 

Silence.

They stir an angry mob but remain in silence.

Ah.

Another masterplan designed for their convenience.

 

Kudos.

I applaud you for your efforts.

Alas.

I look down upon you and your “skills” of sorts.

 

Motive.

What is it you seek?

Retribution.

Retribution for the meek?

 

Prophets.

False prophets you have become.

Pathetic.

What makes you think I'm what you are, caged and lonesome.

 

Delusions.

Still shooting at the stars?

Pitiful.

You will only end up counting your scars.

 

Remember,

I ignore your lashing and backstabbing.

However,

Every word you have sowed I’ve been noting.

 

Chaos.

I want it not, but don’t take me wrong.

Bedlam.

It’s what I'm known for. My song.

 

Secrets.

Ah, you can try and keep them.

Wisdom.

That’s my weapon of choice ‘till I sing your requiem.

 

 

Hide.

Disguise yourselves, you’re getting good at it.

Seek.

I need not seek. I see right through your feat.

 

Run.

If you’re smart enough you should know.

Fate.

Your fates have sealed your lives accursed, I avow.

 

Finger.

Not a finger need I lift.

Smiter.

He shall take you down. He shall deliver my gift.

 

Farewell.

Maybe this is farewell, once friends.

See.

Let’s see what happens when I'm done and all this ends.

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... i tried to grasp for words but i failed...

...tried to turn to music but the notes faded....

...tried my pen but the ink has evaporated...

...no matter how i say i am ok....

...the mirror just refelcts how much i pretended...

...i'm hurting, deeply, and there's nothing i can do about it...

...but cry myself to sleep...

...drive myself hard at work...

...cuddle my angel on my lap...

...and pray with all my might...

...that the time comes..

...when this too shall pass...

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From time to time,you ask me why i choose you...

what is so special about you?

I choose you because you are you...

I have never had anyone treat me the way you do....

I would never do anything to hurt you....

You mean more to me than you realize.....

I am hoping that one day I can prove all of this to you! I want you for you!

 

Will always be true to you....

 

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