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We sacrifice happiness for all the wrong reasons. Problem is, we glorify it for those same reasons too.
I don't know why they say the healing process is a long journey, while the whole trip to the liquor store and back takes 10 minutes only.
I write what I can't say
There’s ink in my veins
A drug of memories
Tears hidden in rain
My new blog post "Demons".
Because when all else fails, write.
I still feel your presence
In shadows & dreams.
I still feel your absence
As I try to heal.
& I wonder
How can I?
How can I...
Sadly, we don't fall in love as often as we fall for it.
Pain is when all of what you once thought felt right turns out to be wrong. Sadness is when you already knew that all along.
In this world of war, peace can only be found six feet under.
One heart for all the love. A million pieces for all the memories.
Life is a given. Survival is a must. Living is a choice.
Alcohol might not be the answer, but all my questions are rhetoric anyways.
There's a mask behind a mask, on top of a soul. But at least there is...a soul.
A mark. A trace...
A complete life;
It could be a broken heart, or a glamorous collage of dreams in the making.
...and even if happiness was air, many would still struggle to find it.
Many wake up dead, only a few go to sleep alive.
Don't drink and love.
Idiots are blessed with a curse. Geniuses are cursed with a blessing.
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