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Fire and Ice
Some say the world will end in fire
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire I hold with those whom favor fire..
But if I had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate to say that for destruction ice is also great,
And would suffice……..
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Crying her eyes out,
the girl in the ripped dress
has given up on hope
and happiness.
She believes that nobody truly
cares for her.
That she is all alone
in this cruel world.
What she doesn’t know,
is that hope is hiding
from her. She simply needs
to look around, and she’ll see Hope.
The girl in the ripped dress
is much too distraught to think
about looking around, she’d rather
curl into a ball and cry.
Hope is watching her,
patiently waiting
for her to pull herself together
and look up.
Wearing her pure white dress,
Hope waits wanting to give
this poor girl reason to live,
wanting to save her.
The girl doesn’t believe
she can be saved.
She’s just waiting to be
taken away from this world.
Hope lets a single tear run down
her cheek. The poor girl in the
ripped dress doesn’t see how
beautiful she is, inside and out.
But Hope will wait, she is sure
that the poor girl will eventually
look up and see reason
to live.
After all, Hope always says
that she’s never broken,
just bent up a little bit.
Only she can repair herself.
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THE REAL ME
A battle with depression,
a fight she cannot win.
no matter how strong she is,
she knows she’ll give in.
she smiles like she means it,
but her smile is a fake.
each night that she goes to sleep,
hoping she doesn’t wake.
she doesn’t know how she does it,
yet each day she makes it through.
wishing she could turn back time,
wishing she could start new.
each day it hurts a little more,
yet she cannot seem to share,
just how she is really feeling,
she fears no one will care.
she thinks so badly of herself,
but she doesn’t say how she feels.
she’s scared when she says it aloud,
the pain will become to real.
each day is her own battle,
each day she goes through hell.
on her face is a painted smile,
but inside she is not well.
she doesn’t want to be like this,
she desperately wants you to see.
she just wants to smile & be happy,
oh yeah, and that girl is me……….
VERY OLD POEM
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Hey you….
Yes, you.
Stop being unhappy with yourself!
You are perfect.
Stop wishing you looked like someone else, or wishing people liked you
as much as they like someone else.
Stop trying to get attention from those who hurt you.
Stop hating your body, your face, your personality, your quirks, love them!
Without those things you wouldn’t be you & why would you want to be anyone else?
Be confident with who you are, “smile”, it will draw people in!
If “anyone” hates on you, because you are happy on yourself then stick your middle finger in the air!
My happiness will not depend on others anymore.
I’m happy because I love whom I am!
I love my flaws!
I love my imperfections, they make me “me”, and “me” is pretty amazing!
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Achieve your dreams:
Life is what happens when you are not looking.
A person of words, not deeds, is like a garden full of weeds.
It’s better to be trusted that to be liked.
The key to happiness and success is to have a dream.
All the flowers of tomorrow are in the seeds of today you always pass failure on the way to success
