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Damaged.You said you loved me and we'd be together forever.
[Forever is a really long time,]
And even took things slow to protect my broken heart
[and a heart is a hard thing to live without.]
You taught me how to love again, and my hope rekindled
[There's no such thing as a happy ending,]
And you stuck with me through good and bad
[ninety-five percent of the time.]
You hold my hand and care when I'm sick
[There must be something wrong with you.]
And I can't believe you still love me
[There must be a mistake.]
Two years is just a scratch of forever
[We shouldn't of lasted this long.]
And you say you can save me
[How is this possible?]
So now I'm waiting for you to realise
[There's nothing you can do.]
That I'm damaged
[I can't be saved.]
Happiness and YouIn the past you called me smart
And you filled my life with joy.
Recently, you told me I deserve to be happy
And you made me smile
A real, genuine smile.
I told you I would love you forever
And I still do
In my own unique way.
You were too good for me then
You're too good for me now.
Souls connect.I've always felt like the odd one out - like an orchid in a sea of roses.
I've always thought that I'm meant for greater things - even if I make mistakes.
I've always thought that I'm different - in looks, personalities and annoying habits.
I've always felt like I'm incomplete - like I'm missing something or someone.
I think I've finally found that other part of me - hidden deep within you.
FriendshipsneverreallydieoutI guess some things don't change. You still make me smile, and make me laugh. We still talk all night and complain the next day when we're tired.
We still go out to the movies, and chat in class.
But when you really think about it, lots of things have changed.
You're not the centre of my thoughts and I love you, but only like I do other friends.
I guess I have more fun with you now than I did before, now that I don't have to decipher the meaning of your words. I guess I did that a lot.
I think things are better this way. I'm a lot happier, and I think you are too. I miss how we were before sometimes, but I know deep down that this is the way things were meant to be.
The GameI was presented with two choices - participate in their sick game, or die.
I had never thought about how or when I would die, but as I thought about my possible death in a matter of days, I felt incredibly calm.
How many hundred people ad been in my place, forced to choose between life and death?
How many people could still tell their story?
Those people disgust me - they go against every moral and belief I have ever had, but after several days, I saw their point of view.
The game was simple: convince someone else to play the game. Completing the task would let you be free again, but if your chosen person chose death, you'd have to start all over again.
Days trickled by and Kayden was getting reckless. He kept visiting me, pleading with me to see things his way. I'm guessing he had been playing for quite a while now.
The room they kept me in was furnished but simple: no extra effort was put into the rooms to make them feel cosy; they only had the basics.
A bed fastened to the wall lay
Dreams of realityA pair of eyes;
Open and stare through the lights,
Into the darkness of doom.
And yet they smile,
Yet they smile.
A drop of tear;
Seeps through the garden of death;
Falls to the mortal soil.
Dreams and desires will blend again,
To render the roses alive.
I am floating through a vision.
Like ripples, floating through the pond of life.
Can reality be so real?
Let me drown again,
Into the silence of familiar noise.
As I wander through the lanes of reason and passion.
The flame of hope burns bright,
Drenched in the colors of freedom.
So let my dreams unravel my soul,
As darkness fades away;
And let mortality draw me closer to destiny.
As these pair of eyes,
Open to stare through the lights again.
Is this reality?
Can reality be so real?
Time passes by, as the eyes keep staring;
Staring at the distant lights;
Staring beyond the distant skies.
What do they see?
What do they long?
What do they desire?
Then the skies will break down;
White lightning striking the dreamy clouds.
Moments will tur
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