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Children stand together,
But adults tend to stray,
And kids aren't kids forever,
Every ending has a day.
Because as they grow,
They'll soon come to see,
What they're sure they know,
In actual fact, just cannot be.
So as the tide turns,
They'll start to drift,
And while the hearts may burn,
Their spirits lift.
But adults tend to stray,
And kids aren't kids forever,
Every ending has a day.
Because as they grow,
They'll soon come to see,
What they're sure they know,
In actual fact, just cannot be.
So as the tide turns,
They'll start to drift,
And while the hearts may burn,
Their spirits lift.
Literature
You Left Me Stronger
You Left Me Stronger:
Hey there, it's been awhile, do you remember me?
I guess you might not, since I wasn't very important to you.
You know, I spent so many days thinking about - what I did wrong
I questioned if maybe, I was at fault or if I was screwed up.
I thought a lot about the things you said...
The things that were my fault, my problems.
I took them to heart at first, but then I realised you were wrong.
I realised that you are selfish and ugly on the inside.
On the surface you pretended to care, but like a cancer;
You amputate someone the moment you think they've gone bad.
You hide from the rigours of life and only emerge l
Literature
Believe in Your Strengths (Agonized Version)
Believe in Your Strengths Remastered Agonized Version By J.C. Solis The pain We feel so deep inside This agony that We abide Through suffering, deep and profound As Dark Memories are abound The strength we had now starts to wain This struggle now becomes our bane And with the strife that we now hold We see visions of pain yet told We cling to Hope, and to our light From our pain, demons take delight The scars and wrinkles on one’s face Give signs that Life offered no Grace For as I wrinkle my cold brow And see how I still live somehow This toil that starts to take its toll Robs Me of which that makes Me whole For as I lay down on the ground And bear the sins by which I’m crowned I rot at what the future brings As I bear weight from many things For as my corpse starts to decay As for my errors, I now pay I wonder if I’m all alone Within these halls of weary bones For so many people through grief Cannot seem to find their relief For so many people shed
Literature
Draining Me
Youth, like blood, drained out of me ‘till I felt the cold creep into my body. The air became thick and hard to breathe. I spent less time standing, spent more on my knees trying to crawl forward, efforts to escape a maze that had led me straight into a cage where I curled on my side and closed my eyes. I’m unable to live. I’m afraid to die. Sometimes I whisper to myself that everything is fine. It hurts to use my voice, but I’m too dried up to cry in the dirt and dust and piles of memento mori— leftovers from a time when I cared how people saw me. This prison has a way of breaking through the finer things; unused electronics and a box of golden earrings, just remnants of a former life, when I could feel desire. I’ve gone cold now. No embers left to kindle into fire. I’m spent and drained, left to the pain hunting me like a pack of hungry wolves. Never again will I be free from their chase, dull teeth that hook through flesh as they bruise and tear away every reason I have to make myself stay in a state worse than hell as an empty shell of the girl who died a thousand times, but spitefully kept being brought back to life. I’ve grown weary of hope, put off by promises I can pull through. Oh, I have to—but fuck this. Used to beg to be put out of my misery. Now? I can’t even spare the effort to say I’ve accepted this cruel and unusual fate. Moved into this place behind bars, as I wait to be woken up or otherwise waste away… …but deep down, I desperately miss the day.
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