| Freedom is such a fleeting feeling.....
Because I forget how free
I truly am.
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| I've finally achieved some sense of peace.
Those feelings from before, I still hold them deep in my heart, but they don't lock me in place anymore. I don't feel strapped within myself any longer.
I am free.
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| I know what I'm supposed to do, what I'm supposed to achieve in my
life. Whenever I think of that purpose, I feel warm and
comforted--loved.
So why is it whenever I see them talking or walking by, I feel so
lonely inside? Why, when I know I'm already complete, do I feel like
I'm missing a piece? What is this neverending fear of loneliness?
I can't be with them because I know I'll get in the way. I can't stay
with them because my feelings will darken their light. I don't want to
be a reason for their sadness; I don't want to get in the way of their
happiness.
But what can I do when they're together? All of them, they have someone
to care for, someone to hope for--but me--why won't my heart open to
anyone else? Why can't I find happiness like them?
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| I've always wanted to tell you how I feel but could never gather the courage to do so. I want to tell you what I think about you, what your existence means to me. Would you think less of me if what I told you was true or just a figment of my imagination? |
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| Carefully she walks through the wood
shadow constantly following her
Deeper and deeper into the forest
shade endlessly grows to darkness
Sun setting, her day tragically ends
and in the night she wanders by moonlight.
The illusion fades away like the past
farther into these imaginary dreams
Someday, the morning will come again
To fly
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