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It gives so many hope
To see another day.
But when the nighttime comes and goes,
The worst comes on display.The morning chaos brings,
The trials and regrets.
The night brings sweet tranquility,
The rest and quiet death.The burning sun's hot rays
Will burn and cast in light
The sorrows and realities,
Expose me in my fight.The dark is my own shield,
For in its silence I
May hide from all the piercing pain,
For I may never cry.You call it opportunity,
I call it nature's gun.
Its colors are Time's forceful threat,
I fear the rising sun.
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I'm waiting for something to happen.
I broke, now what?
I don't know what's happening, or what's going to happen.
I'm not going to let myself go to bed.
I can't. That'll make it worse.
Does anyone know?
This is stupid and its my all my fault anyway, sorry.
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The day has started and where I once felt pain, I feel peace.
Instead of feeling overwhelmed, I think I can do this
Maybe…but that voice still whispers
What if you can’t?
You know your tendencies
You know what you will do
I scream at the voice
Begging it to go away
But with each passing second
It only grows stronger
On and on it grows
Leaving me sick to my stomach
Skewing my view of the world
Tilting my vision
Hamstringing my ability to function
To do anything
Is there an end?
Is there a way out?
And the darkness seeps into my vision
Obscuring my view of all that was bright and beautiful
Ending my joy
Perhaps it’s my fault
No it was always my fault.
Suddenly a light shines through the dark
A friend’s radiant smiles falls upon me
And a little of the darkness begins to fade
Their hand reaches down
And I reach up
My mound of problems looms before
But with a friend by my side
I can do it
Or so I think
With a friend
The impossible becomes possible
The darkness turns to light
And they can turn my sadness
Into laughter
Joy
And Excitement
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Good morning, good evening,
Good day and goodbye.
Did you like the taste of
This fragment of time?
You know it keeps spinning
Like clocks on the wind,
Like hands keep on twisting
The spot in my mind.
The pages don't turn, they
Move 'round and repeat
In a pre-ordained dance
To the relative beat.
And then our own perception
Arranges, aligns,
Making order, though these days
I can't seem to find.
And to each fleeting moment
A name is assigned.
Good morning, good evening,
Good day and goodbye.
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Been a while since I did one of these. BUT COOL NEWS!
I GOT THE MISTBORN CARD DECK! IT HAS ARRIVED! IT IS GREAT!
