So what did you expect, in a world like this? Had enough of fun, so we turn our backs and run. We start war, just to walk out the door. So tell me, did you expect all this neglect? To loose my respect, because you chose to effect. Help you through the dust, so you leave me here to rust? I don’t think so. And I should let you know. That this is what I expect. You had your fun, so go, now you run. I’m leaving too.

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Pain.

Dehumanization. Madness. Sorrow. Pity. No rules, no morals. The youth is visably disturbed and their innocence vanquishes. Faces look up for hope yet are held down by embarassment. A tear hits the floor, as these souls are stolen, yet the world wants more. Society needs hope, their faith to help them cope. Voices are stolen, the air is silcenced. The compliance of a single aliance, destroyed lives, and the defiance of moral codes did but to contribute to the era of corruption. An array of relevancy led my thoughts to the misguided society today. The similarities so great in actions and thoughts. Something so alike just might have sketches reoccur isolationists, over-viewers. Protect the youth, and suppose come age, they should never make the great mistakes. Dehumanization. Taking someones identity. Stealing they’re individuality. They’re not human. Your right. They’re not. Your a human. Making mistakes, having no morals. Your the world. Your the human, and they’re not. Because they’re better than you. An unnecessary experience due to “humans”. Dehumanization. Make the world better than “human”. Man-kind.

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You make happiness so in reach. I can almost touch my dreams when I’m in your presence. I’ve never cared for someone like I care for you but your individuality consumes me as a whole. Thoughts. Dreams. Is this what its all about? Seems to have the same meaning as drugs with it addictiveness and world revolving consumption of thoughts. But it has a name of its own. Love. Such a common but easily misplaced word. It has so much more meaning than the community realizes but it makes me just want to open the worlds eyes. To see what I see. To see what it really means. To see it for what it really is. I suppose I could but every individual would see something completely different. Something that gives the word meaning to them. And would you like to know what I would see, as I opened my eyes and let my heart drop to the floor? Do you want to know what gives that word meaning to me? Its you. You do.

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Look around.

Those are real people. They live their everyday lives, and continue their daily rituals. They have lives just like you and me. As similar, their different. They have different perspectives, and a different way of thinking. A different way of thinking and different rules than you. You might think they’re the happiest people in the world, by how freely they live, how untamed, but in a light encouragable way. You hope to be like them, yet you know not their reasons for being the way they are. They might smile, but hide behind that. Live among fear and terror. Everyones story is different but that doesnt mean there are no repeats or similarities. Mankind was made to make mistakes, but mistakes are made to be learned from. So when you look in their eyes, look past the hope, and wonder if there is more to them. Dig a little deeper than their appearance. Find their way of thinking. Understand their ways. Now stop. That very one person you thought of as i described what could be anyone. Dont think of them. Try a complete stranger. The same rules apply. As i said before, as similar, as different.

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This feeling has me ready to scream. Not in pain nor excitement. Ready to fly and leave this shit hole behind. Soar. Im joining the mad and their visions of a happy day. I crave to have my love with me. Im tired of dreaming, I want to live. But im hopeful that theyre might be some happiness left in the corners of this dusty room for me to grab and hold on to. But if theres not, I comfort myself in knowing there will always be some left for me, held, and protected, in his eyes.

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You make hope so in reach. My finger tips glid threw dream clouds, sprinkling falling fairy dust all over human kind and the spit it calls reality. Keep me dreaming, keep me happy. Stay mine, because ive got your hand, and im not letting go.

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I hate when theres obstacles in my life im in the process of overcoming and someone tries to tell me whats wrong in my life. Fuck you. Go away. I dont even wanna talk to you anymore. But you know whats worse? Someone telling someone else whats wrong in my life. It makes me so mad. It makes me want to shut everyone out and push everyone away. I hate it so bad. It makes me wish I was a stranger to everyone. It makes me wish all my secrets were locked away in a small box fifty-million feet deep, burning away in hell. It makes me feel like shit. It makes me feel like the girl everyone should feel sorry for, and cut a break. Pity. Shit. It makes me want to hide under a blanket with a fuck the world attitude. Like running. It can kill a great mood. It makes me feel like fucking shit. I cant fucking stand it. But you know whats even worse? My problems being compared to others. That makes me want to runaway and start life all over and try to be so perfect im a fucking god. It makes me so goddamn ashamed of who I am. Dont put my problems next to other peoples problems with another person. Fuck you and that other person. I dont want you critisizing my life. Go. Away. Worry about yourself and your own. Go discuss your own problems. Not mine. But if you do, so be it. But dont even fucking try to end it with, “im sorry, I didnt think it would hurt you that much.” Because I know that for one second that you didnt believe it was gonna feel good. So this is me, taking back every secret, every shadow, and everything ive ever shared with you and burning it. Go. Be ignorant. Away. About me. You know nothing now. And because of you, no one will. Because that hurt a lot.

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