Where am I?I gave myself to you. Expecting you to give yourself in return. You never did. So, I want myself back. But, you never got me to begin with. Then, where am I, if it‘s not with you? I threw myself away.Where am I?
Life and loveLife is hard and unforgiving. Because, no one really cares about anyone else, except when they want something in return. Even “Love” is given selfishly. No one gives it, without wanting it back in one form or another. However, “hate” is given freely. No one ever wants it back. We are all struggling to find a place in the world. Some of us step on everyone else to get there. Others, don’t step at all and never get anywhere. The key to life and love, is being able to live with yourself.Life and love
Alive And AwakeTrying to get a grip on whats real Cuz ive got too much to feel This sadness just robs me and steals With these notions, I try to deal Still everthing seems too unreal So I sharpen my senses with pain The sting of the burn is unhumane But it brings me to my present. Dont be afriad of me. I needed this to feel because I thought I forgot. I know I am kind of lost. The ghosts never stop to haunt. They remind me of the past as a taunt. But this pain unnumbs all my sense. You know I get sick of living in pretense. These thoughts I have become so dense.Alive And Awake
Regarding Children,Moms,DadsMajority of people, especially the female species completly adores cute babies. Little girls play with their dollies and pretend to play "mommy", this infactuation carries out into adult life when women actually have a chance to play "mommy" in real life, but as the saying goes "its easier to give birth than bring up a child". Sure we love babies, cute little kids we can proudly call our own, but are we actually fit to take responsibility to bring new life into this world? Can we help our child become a stronge, happy person or are we just having babies for the sake of bring the proud owner of a cutie?Regarding Children,Moms,Dads
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iloveuworldI close my eyes and breathe in the fragrant air. A smile comes to my lips The scent of jasmine and roses isnt like anything Isnt like anything at all, to me.iloveuworld
A wind tosses my black hair around my bronze shoulders. A smile comes to my lips. The wind tickles my earrings.
It teases me. It pleases me.
A butterfly dances in the air. It kisses flowers, then comes to me. Just like the worm on my feet. A smile comes to my lips. A tune I softly hum. I enjoy this simple fun.
I run across the green grass. A smile is on my lips. In
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({SpeCtre})
-annie
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He who wants the rose, must respect the thorn.
*bite*
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He who wants the rose, must respect the thorn.
*bite*
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He who wants the rose, must respect the thorn.
The new level of reality is but really, common sense. If we use common sense, most things are crystal.
We are not born crazy or unhappy, but can become like that over time.
Chaos is nothing without the natural order of things, the two go together like hand in a glove.
Natural process of things, creation - destruction followed by creation, then destruction is necessary. Change is necessary for the long road of Growth and advancement. We cannot grow without trial and error, otherwise what is the point of it all anyway?
FEAR IS THE WORST. Fear is the mind killer, it stops me from being 100% confident in myself, it makes me doubt not only myself but others, it makes me do things because of it. Know your enemy.
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He who wants the rose, must respect the thorn.
You are filled with talent, never stop yourself from growth no matter what 'they' say or do.
Keep on truckin'
I admire this piece you have titled 'annisa' Thankyou for the honour.
Much Respect and Love,
Annisa
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He who wants the rose, must respect the thorn.
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