Hope
Buru
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Some make it…some don’t. This one goes out to a beautiful survivor…. 
And to survivors in general.
If there is one I thing I ask for,
And I have no one really to ask to,
Is for fate to spare those pure of heart,
Those lovely souls
That bring colour to grey existence,
Those precious few
Who have the exact word
For every situation,
Those whose smile reminds us
That dreams should not be lost,
Those who live their life
With utmost joy.
So this dreamer thanks this survivor
And the ones who’ll follow suit,
For breathing hope through her
And correcting her mistaken view,
That misconceived perception
Engraved in her since a child,
The commonly believed lie
That beauty cannot last.
And to survivors in general.
If there is one I thing I ask for,
And I have no one really to ask to,
Is for fate to spare those pure of heart,
Those lovely souls
That bring colour to grey existence,
Those precious few
Who have the exact word
For every situation,
Those whose smile reminds us
That dreams should not be lost,
Those who live their life
With utmost joy.
So this dreamer thanks this survivor
And the ones who’ll follow suit,
For breathing hope through her
And correcting her mistaken view,
That misconceived perception
Engraved in her since a child,
The commonly believed lie
That beauty cannot last.
y la banda de Guille... cuando toca?
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And thanks for the bump, Rargh!!
The person that this is for is a lucky man, and blessed to know you.
Don't be mankind. ~Captain Beefheart
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it was Wayyy too much backers
I am a thread- saver :S
Censored emotions will lead nowhere
Allow yourself to be... always
And survive (yourself)
(Ramblings)
Expresión coartada
que terminará por aniquilar
la poca sanidad que queda,
moribunda de puñaladas
de pensamientos certeros...
limita la vida el propio ser,
es como un suicidio constante
donde no hay culpables
y no hay tiempo,
sólo el inexorable dolor
de saber que algo muere
y que nada lo reemplaza,
que nada nuevo viene,
es el saberse vérdugo
de la propia condena,
Y luego llorar la muerte
como si fuera ajena.
Inspiring. You lifted my spirit.
thanks jamjam
¡hecho maravillosamente!
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
I second this!
No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!