From My Heart, Through My Eyes, To These Words
James
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I never wanted to be 'one of those'. Marching to a different tune and singing to a different song, this is, yours sincerely, Me.

Talk No More
Monday, April 19, 2010 @
Knowing she is not feeling ok, makes me feel many times worse. Her silence about it just makes it that much more painful. Then again, it's been so long since she spoke about anything at all. And I've been feeling this shit for just as long.

I have so many questions, but zero answers. I want, no... I need to know many things. It seems I'm on a path to certain insanity, and the only detour is her. But it seems I'm just another fork in her road, a split in direction that doesn't lead to anything.

Maybe after the exams, as she said, we'll make this all better. Or is that just another figure of speech filled with endless riddles? But I still believe in her... After all this, I still believe in her. I cannot afford not to.

Fml, it's not a figure of my speech, but literally, fuck this. If I had a penny for every time I sighed about this... I want to be a pauper.

It's too painful to carry on like that.

The Way I Live - James

Manners would make a man
Apologies, to things can mend
Thank for what gets grant
Plead for what you want

Actions define your class,
Only from the heart it should be,
Instincts that reflects thee,
Hypocrites will finish last.

Do unto others,
What you would others do unto you,
But seek revenge,
And it only begets,
Another avenge.



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