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Holidays!

Happy holidays to some, merry Christmas to others! Hope it's a magical day for all!

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I do know how you feel about me.
 We both think the other is a masterpiece, 
 And out of all the strange people this universe has made,
 Why are you the one who makes me stay? 
If there really is a god or some divine creator, 
 Why are you the only one who is the holder of my heart, the light of my life and my gentle heartbreaker?
 I do know how you feel about me. 
We both think the other is a masterpiece,
 And when I look into your kaleidoscope eyes I can see the birth of a million stars, the explosion of a thousand skies. 
If there really is a way to heaven on earth, 
 Then how do I go to paradise every time you say those words? 
I do know how you feel about me, and that’s the way I feel about you. 
 We both think the other is a masterpiece, 
 And I know that there’s no one 
in this world who is truer than you. 
 I do know how you feel about me,
 And I think that you 
are the universe’s finest 
masterpiece.

c.h., the universe’s finest masterpiece (via wnq-writers)

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any psychonauts here?

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Numb

Why do i feel like I have so much I want/need to say but no words are spoken? Why do i feel like life isn't much anymore? I'm stuck.. Stuck between a will to want to live the best life I could possible, and not wanting to live at all. I feel like my soul is burning out, the fire inside me is gone... I just don't know anymore....

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I'm so tired of feeling this way!

All the broken

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#truth #facts #love

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I must apologize for all the bad I've done. I know I'm not the best, and I know I've hurt some. The pain I feel is a weight on my back. It's a dark world, so much love is lacked. I show up spreading too much, but I cannot fix your broken, I'm sorry that's just a fact. It kills me to give up but I'll stay until they break me. A gift to be given, every one craves this cure for their disease.  The well runs dry down on their knees. Praying, hoping, begging please. Nothing left to give I must cut them off. Like an addicted forced to face withdraws some aren't strong enough. So messed up, I'm the only one to blame.  A part of them is missing broken down will. Out for vengeance,  my soul they try to kill. In a world so cold, I try to help all I can. With so much pain, this love is of high demand. Like a dealer I supply the cure.  Getting you hooked, desiring more. Take a look in the mirror who have you become?  I cannot stop your demons, I just make them go numb. I'm not your savior, you have to be strong enough to stand alone.  Judging when I cannot save you. Casting out your stones. Every battle is different but the endings the same. Feeling like a failure,  filled with shame. It's like praying to the gods, getting all the help you need but you have to do the work yourself.  Blaming every one but the cause, it takes a toll on one's health. Don't hate the light that shows the way. It's the message you've asked for, just have to learn to read what it's trying to say. I do not have all the anwsers you might seek. I am only there to guide you, showing you an easier technique. I don't have all the anwsers but I can help you organize your mind. Instead of going crazy, no need to run around blind. Some will never get it and some will never experience the feeling of being complete,  of being whole. But please understand every time I leave it eats at my soul. I don't like leaving your pieces broken on the floor. Putting your puzzle together is not my chore. Forever haunted by your memory, hating I had to losen my grip. But I can only do so much it's your own sail to ship. Never give up, you cannot be afraid to fail. Good luck my dear friend in writing your own tale. - That one chick

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Experience: level two

Looking at puzzle piece at a time, seeing the small picture looks like life's just fine. But put it all together and it's not what you expect. You tried but congratulations you failed. Every thing you've experienced, every memory you hold dear escapes becoming one with the wind. Hopes and dreams no longer matter. Signed your name on the dotted line. The path you choose turned out to be the wrong one. Feeling defeated. The feelings of despair with forever be there. Stained on your soul. Finding happiness in the little things only last small moments at a time. Now knowing and understanding the sadness in an elder's eyes. They had hopes and dreams as well. Forced to live some one else's dream. Never obtaining the satisfaction of feeling complete. Always a whisper of ugly truth, repeating,in the deepest part of one's core. "You could of been better. Congratulations you've failed..." - that one chick..

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I was gifted with an ability to know. When something doesn't seem right I'll be the first to go. Knowing what to look for, hidden messages between the lines, to me it's clear as day, a tell-tale sign. Listen closely,  there's a voice whispering ever so gentle . You may question if it's real. Regret when you don't listen, broken down will. Try to ignore it, believing you made it up. Thinking that it's wrong. If only we accept the things we can't explain, instead of suffering for so long. Through out our history, different cultures call it by different names. Some may call it magic, some may call it a gift, no matter what the title there's always some one trying to stomp out that flame. Whether from fear or jealousy they try their best to make you feel ashamed. A study that is self taught, no teacher can explain. A blessing and a curse to feel all this love and pain. Some live in denial, breaking down inside. Being told it's wrong, a secret they try to hide. Do not feel ashamed, embrace the powers gifted to you. No one will ever feel these emotions like you do.  Some people call it evil, black magic, a dark art. Unable to translate a message that is felt within ones heart. An explorer found a journal written in a long forgotten text, words may get replaced by a message he wants to say. What does one do when they discover what you've been taught to believe is a lie? Looking through the pages, reading the truth clear as day? Judged by all those who can't read, too quick to cast their stones. Shunned for you're disbelief, finding solitude in being left alone. Carried away with self practice,  developing a connection, rooted so deep. A pity so many follow made up facts without a single question, one man's dirty secret he must keep.  Following blindly behind false beliefs, turning so many into mindless sheep. Still the world sends out its message, whispering in your ear. Listen very carefully, until the message becomes clear. Do not fret if you miss it, stay grounded and meditate. Some times a message is recieved way before it's due date. A tricky gift to handle, one that takes years to learn. No need to stress, worry or concern. Trust in an ancient power when you live in a world where it's easy to go blind. Always lend a helping hand, smile, stay kind. The message is always there, you just have to know where to look. Don't listen to the tales of an explorer, they may become fables in our history books.  -that one chick

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So you've looked around and noticed every ones left your side.  Filled with anger, hurtful pride. Should of heed the warning, should of listened close. Stop thinking you know more then most.  So you want to place blame and cast out your hate. Should of paid attention, now it's a little to late.  Broken with no place to call home. Hating the fact that you're all alone. Hating the fact you have a heart made of fools gold. Casted away, left outside in the cold. Hating the world, losing again. When will you see, the problem is you, my old friend. You should of listened instead of nodding your head. Now you can't handle apart of you is dead. Some go through transition a little to late. Getting mad when others don't wait. I stuck around as long as I could.  Refusing to listen, you never would. I stayed by your side, unhappy, for days at a time.  Refusing to see truth, quickly judging me for no crime. A prefect world all made-up in your mind. Refusing to notice, playing blind. Nothing more I could do so I said my good byes. World was flipped, questioning why. Time slowed as truth came to light. Now those voices inside are at a constant fight.. if I was still around I would smile and say it's alright. One morning you'll wake up and remember every word I use to say. Hating I was right, I know, it's okay.  Finally seeing half of what I had to face. Remain strong and just know you're headed to the right place. I'm sorry I left, I had to leave you be. Hopefully one day you can forgive me. One last time, I hope you take care. My finally good bye, last words of wisdom I had to share. -that one chick

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You see that's the thing with addiction you want to sit there and cast out your blame. But I did not press that pipe up to your lips and burn it with a flame.  Such a shame. You find need to attack the only one that was ever there, I'm sorry I had feelings I had to share.  Let's take a step back and look at what's going down. I'm rising to the top while you're lifeless on the ground. There I am just living smiling every day... you got mad when I finally gave up, looking back to ask if you were okay. I don't know what else to tell you, this message won't seem to get through. I can no longer walk in your shoes. My life is mine to pick and choose. So you want to write a little rhyme to make your feelings clear. Blaming is easier then facing your own fear. You may blame me for what you become, but I can't help how you feel. The thing with addiction,  we make up shit that just isn't real.

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Let me ask you a question,  do you believe in the idea of a soul mate? Could it be possible, two people are meant to be, forced by fate? As people we are forced through life to learn and grow. But meeting that special some one, how does one automatically know? Is it a feeling that can be explained?  A once in a lifetime type of love that can cure all ones pain? Is it possible? Can it be true? Let me ask, has it happened to you? How can two become one whole? Is it possible that another person is the missing link to your soul? The last piece of your puzzle, everything fits into place? Looking at the art is that you and another face? How can this be? It's something that's felt but one cannot see. A similar darkness with a touch of light. Scary as hell yet some how feeling just right. A surprise ending that some how fits. It's like the universe is finally rewarding you after a life time of bullshit. What is this happiness that I feel? Is this possible?  How can this be real? Hell finally released us from its cage. Life saw this happening and forced us together on stage. We kept our distance for awhile. Observing from afar we couldn't help but take a peek and smile. Before we realized we were so close. Deep down inside it was your touch I craved the most.  No one else can even compare. Some won't understand but I couldn't even care. You're all I want and that's a fact. Curtains fall, it's the end of the first act. Will the second scene have us feeling the same? Or will it have this one chick feeling ashamed? I cannot say but I'll keep you up to date. But for now i gotta go, live this life, before it's to late. -that one chick.

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Try to fight it, Broken down will. Crush it up, rolling that bill. What is it about these happy pills? Some how helping you to feel. Life lessons are hard to face. Keep going back to that painful place. Screaming on the inside, beautifully falling apart. Snort a line, take a hit. Hiding from the world not wanting to admit. Two fingers on your pulse, counting the beat of your heart. Such beautiful art. Drugs laid out ready for you to forget. Lighting up that cigarette. Too far gone to ever care. A wasted life how unfair.

That one chick

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I sit here as time slowly passes by, looking outside it's gloomy as rain falls from the sky. The dawn has just approached welcoming a new day. Yet here I am with thoughts and feelings that won't go away. I wish I could just talk to you but it's time to say goodbye. It's best to go our sepreate ways please don't ask me why. I know I won't see you break, hell I don't even think you'll care. I must move along before these feelings become aware. I'm not worried about you I know you'll be fine. Before I even realized my heart crossed that line. How I truly feel is too embarrassing to tell. Losing what we had by my actions is a living hell. It's best to end it this way, easier for us to part. I'd rather end it this way then to mend a broken heart. To make it even easier I'll request a different shift. I guess this is my final farewell, a parting gift.  I hate I can't disappear for now we're stuck in the same place. But I'll do all I can to make sure we never again meet face to face. I hate losing a friend, it's a painful shame. This is no one's fault but my own I take all the blame. I'll miss all the laughs, teasing, and even all our nicknames. Hopefully if things go according to plan there will be no room to question. A secret that I'll cherish and only written in that one chicks confessions.  -that one chick

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I'm slipping yet only when all are asleep. The darkness invades, I dive in deep. Minutes pass without a thought. Haven't moved from this spot. I can't help but to ponder on what's to come. I wish I wouldn't worry, a blessing to some. I can't help but to feel like I've already lost something that's kept me happy for so long. The pain slowly floods my heart as I pray that I am wrong. Those thoughts are a losing battle as these feelings are strong. I wish I could be that person that falls head over heels. Sad truth is I will never experience how that feels. My doubts are always hovering, making sure I never forget that pain. Heart break and loneliness can make a person go insane. I wonder if anyone can see all this pain I try to hide. Do they see through the camouflage of my pride? I always found it intriguing when those few could read my pages with ease. I felt a little curious,  it was some what of a tease.  Sticking around for a little while , I suppose it was a lucky guess. Sadness took over as my walls still remained,  a little disappointing if I may confess. Were my hopes to high? My expectations to great? I'm always left to wonder as I question my fate. As I stand locked in place between the corssroads, no clue on which one to take. These emotions are overwhelming, should I carry on with my future or simply take a break? How I beg to see the future, how I wish it was easily known. Why must I be forced to walk this quest alone? Should I wait a little longer, should some one else be here? Is it a pointless act? Should I keep moving on and face down my fears? Each major Stepping stone brings me closer to what I need to see. This puzzles almost completed, soon I'll possess the key. Will there be a bigger picture or will the picture just be me? So many different thoughts makes it hard to concentrate.  Should I pack my bags and go or should I pitch my tent and wait? I know I need to hurry yet I cannot help but hesitate. Gazing all around trying to find a sign. I cannot express the regret of moving forward and leaving some one behind. Clinging on to hope, consumed by dispair. Its like a beautiful fairytale, as I'm forced to carry out this nighmare. As I stare between the paths, will I stay or start to hike? Will I make the right decision or will it be my finally strike?  Win or lose I must take one for the team. Either it'll be a living nightmare or a beautiful dream.  Picking up my bags there is no time to waste. Right or wrong, those fears I must face. It's time to keep going, I have dreams I must chase. Xoxo -That one chick.

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 hello old feelings, how long has it been? Guess it’s that time again. Locked inside pushing every one away. Don���t be alarmed I’ll be okay.  I’ll keep my distance it’s only fair.  This darkness isn’t one I like to share. Please don’t think I do not care. I don’t know how to handle this but I do the best I can. Depression is my motivator, I hope you understand.  I feel the darkness in the kindness of souls. I’m drawn to them, a pulling sensation I cannot control. Some are to far gone, lost with no will. Any light I could bring they’re to quick to kill. Some have embraced the evil, dwelling within.  Tricking all those who come to help, its there favorite sin. A helpless victim is there favorite game to play.  A dreadful mask is out there on display. Fooled by the master you’ll hate this mistake. Don’t be too hard on yourself they love being fake. I know you try to push that gut feeling down. never feel ashamed when it keeps coming back around. Your inner self will always know the truth. Listen to that voice, make things move smooth. Now i know what it’s like to try and be upset that you didn’t listen. You’re a helper, you carry on with your mission. It’s easier to admit when you are wrong. It helps you to let go and carry on. Stop the self blaming, hating, no room to debate. How does that help,  doesn’t improve your mindstate. I know it’s hard when the world’s ruled by evil and you’re ruled by light. In this land full of darkness your candle burns bright. All can see it starting forth with their quest. The evil will blend in with all the lost souls spotting these fakes is the true test.  Some are better at faking and will slip through, waiting until your not ready, trying to break you. It happens, doomed to encounter. One thing you must remember is the light will always over power. Do not feel ashamed, don’t be over ruled by guilt. The evil is always trying to destroy what you built. Full of love I can feel all this pain. Best way I can describe it is seeing the sun still shine when it’s pouring down the rain. It’s a tricky gift to handle, always wondering why you deserve to be the candle. I know some times it can be a little intense but give it time those feelings, vibrations, colors, will make sense.  You’ll remember every lesson these tricksters have to show. I know it’s hard to stand up to battle but each one helps you grow. An important message to remember, one you’ll always know. Once this puzzle comes to light, view it all together. The same type of demon can’t fool you again, knowing that makes you feel better. Take care all helpers, keeping leading a hand. It’s okay to question why but remember what you do, who you are, it’s all apart of life’s big plan. - that one chick.

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