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Edited on Fri Jan-11-08 05:40 AM by UndertheOcean
You can even see the tiredness that floats in their eyes , that your eternal flow of sorrow is just wearing them out.
And you hate yourself for doing that to them , the people around you who care about you , you just hate yourself for causing them so much pain.
You feel like a parasite , needy , emotionally draining, that you just shut out people just to spare them.
You want to just shout at the sky sometimes , at the top of your lungs , but the well keeps flowing and where its going to take you you have no clue.
you are but a passenger in your own life.
Yet , the world is still a beautiful place , even your sadness is beautiful , it's just too much beauty maybe.
Thats how life conquers death , through beauty. Thats how inanimate matter finds it soul.
but what do I know anyway. words , words and more words that must mean something , something that is worth saying. But if only it was easy to SEE what that thing is.
Living in my little drop of complacency right now , and what tomorrow brings is welcome , even oblivion.
Only wish I can someday wake , and accept at last , just accept. But I may be too stubborn for that.
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