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You never said you care
You left me, bare
By the side of the road
With none but the crows
You looked back; I was still there,
Struggling to breathe
Their darkness all I could see
Didn't even care
To check my remains
For a heartbeat
Or a scare
... you should have.
You left me, bare
By the side of the road
With none but the crows
You looked back; I was still there,
Struggling to breathe
Their darkness all I could see
Didn't even care
To check my remains
For a heartbeat
Or a scare
... you should have.
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I've been realizing a few things. And since I'm open about it, you can check out what I mean: thethinkingglass.blogspot.be/2…
Part of me is upset; the other part writes and gets it out. Eventually, choices are made, and you move on.
Thank you to everyone on here who supports me/has ever supported me. You seriously have no idea how fucking much that means to me.
Sometimes, the difference between standing at the edge, and falling in.
Part of me is upset; the other part writes and gets it out. Eventually, choices are made, and you move on.
Thank you to everyone on here who supports me/has ever supported me. You seriously have no idea how fucking much that means to me.
Sometimes, the difference between standing at the edge, and falling in.
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My position: people are people. be it in my face, up the streets, across the state, other side of country, somewhere else in the world, or online somehow or somewhere.
people are people. Treat them no differently than you would someone else. Classify them no differently than you normally would.
When people learn this, life becomes a lot simpler. There's no more value to a person being a physically close friend versus someone else in a hovel in bumfuck nowhere, earth.
people are people.
Plus Life Philosophy #1: remember it. It applies very well here.
people are people. Treat them no differently than you would someone else. Classify them no differently than you normally would.
When people learn this, life becomes a lot simpler. There's no more value to a person being a physically close friend versus someone else in a hovel in bumfuck nowhere, earth.
people are people.
Plus Life Philosophy #1: remember it. It applies very well here.