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i'm a tees & flip flop kind of person. a writer, at some point. i live, eat, breath sports & i don't give a dirty shit about your perfectly manicured nails & your two layer cake make up.

yes, i'm stubborn, rude, deceitful, aggressive and a critic. if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.

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26 November 2007 10:37 pm


Today.

I went outside today to let the sunshine play. across my lonely face to find some kind of grace. but the sun was happy, and happy I cannot be. I don’t know how to be without you here with me. So I went inside today, to let the darkness play inside my lonely heart to hide myself away. but if I run and hide, you cannot run to my side. in darkness I will not find, the thing to ease my mind, the thing to calm my fears, the thing to dry my tears, the thing I’ve longed for years for what my empty heart yearns.

so I sat down today for my imagination to play. with the shallow things I say, hoping they bring you to me someday. but the words they were empty. they aren’t enough to see, how much I need you to be. in this life with me, i ran out of things to do today. I had nothing left with to play but to hope and to pray, to have you all by myself again someday.