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Dying... again.I'm spinning....
Out of control I spin and turn, no end in sight, nothing to grab on to.
I feel nothing, something, at the same time as I die and live all in one moment.
I can see on forever and yet there is nothing there to see.
Reaching out I hit sand that floats in the air in front of me.
My eyes close.
I feel lost.
I don't feel the movement.
I don't know where I am now.
I open my eyes.
I see sand and blue turning to white as the space around me crashes together.
Crushing me as well as itself.
I reach out with all my limbs.
I can feel nothing.
only a pressure building around me.
I've lost hope.
My breath is lost.
My strength gone.
And close my eyes.
Quickly I open them again and look around me.
I see my room.
The chair I'm sitting in.
I take a deep breath
The first one I've felt.
I see my computer.
A message on the screen.
The only word that catches my eye once more is "cut".
I feel my vision go blurry.
I close my eyes and shake my head.
I open them.
Love like a roseMy love for you is like a red, red rose,
It started as a seed but it’s grown and grown.
Its roots reach deep down inside of my chest,
And it grows even more with each passing breath.
The delicate petals lay beautiful and pure,
All the doubts that I’ve had you have since cured.
For all the thorns that this proud rose bears,
They are all softened by the thought of your care.
Soon the rose grows old and withers and dies,
But the love that helped grow it will last for all time.
Soul MateOur meeting was more than fate.
I knew you were my soul mate.
Your timing is never wrong.
Now we share a bond so strong.
Our time together means so much.
Each moment intensifies the need to touch.
Your love has reached my deepest soul.
Longing for you to daily hold.
May our love and need continuously grow.
Forever, love, for each of us to show.
No fairI dont know why I cant be treated fairly,
Its probably because I act so nicely
That everyone never seems to worry
When I get hurt that I'll just hurry
To work to make it all better
Even though I wasnt the bed wetter.
I wasnt the one who lied or cheated
And yet I'm the one who needs to be hated.
I've given second chances to those who dont need them
But still get resented and horribly treated.
My kindness has continued to be taken for granted
So now my care has become dienchanted.
At this point I've nearly given up on my hopes,
But doing so woudle make me worse then those dopes.
Surrounded and AloneI feel surrounded by simple people
Full of lies and eyes
That seem to cripple,
My feelings my hopes my dreams and such
Are always forgoten no matter how much,
Work I do to help so many
While they see fit not to do any,
Thing to help me in my troubles
But instead just let me grow my stubble,
Of worry and sadness which I dont cut
Because whats the point when treated like a mutt,
A dog an animal a worthless beast
Who seeks nothing but affection and worth at least,
Some people are better and work with me still
Instead of deciding I'm easier to kill,
Cruelly gruesomely and without remorse
While still I try to fix whats worse,
Than before and continues to break
All because they wont fix their stupid mistake,
That they made more than once and didnt learn from it,
But instead remembered to treat me like shit.
A dream... And my life.There is a pool. I lay down on the bed next to it. I fall asleep to the sound of water. I wake up surrounded by it. I panic. What do I do? Where am I now? What happened? I can still feel land under my hands and knees. I try to stand but something stops me. Someone stops me. A person. A boy. My age. Pushing on my back to keep me down. I struggle. But he wont let me up. What did I do? Why is he doing this? The water begins to rise. Its already past my elbows. I dont know what to do. I keep struggling. My last chance. Then the water is touching my nose. How is it rising so fast? I take a deep breath through my mouth. The water covers my face. I cant move. If I do I'll lose air. I lose hope. But there is a light. I can see it at the bottom of the water. Its not a light. Its a girl. A beautiful girl. Her hair like a golden waterfall. My vision blurs. I'm almost out of air. She is swimming towards me. I still cant move. I feel the boy move. The girl flies out. She grabs my arm and pulls me o
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