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It's been a while since I've seen you, been a while since I've heard from you.
Your face is the one thing I can still see, and your voice is the one thing I can still hear.
Mentally, I saw you walking, but you passed me, and didn't notice I was there.
I tried to call out to you, but you didn't hear me.

Once, I thought I loved you, everyone else seemed to think I did too.
But all I felt went away very quickly, like I knew it would. 
When I met you, I was happy, we talked almost always, and it was great having someone to talk to.
You were there, when he wasn't. 

I appreciate and love you for that.

I've tried to picture what it would be like if I was with you, what it would be like if I was yours instead of his.
Would I be happier? Would I experience what I'm not right now?
So many questions, and so many answers which I haven't found. 
Everytime I am alone, I feel some sort of sadness, some sort of emptyness.

Not that it completely has to do with you or him, but I think more to do with the loneliness I've been living with.
Making myself believe things could be different every time I find someone new.
But, you know how it goes, and how its gone for me.
How to walk away from something seems easy, but sometimes, people struggle even when they know they have to let go.

Being with someone new is something I almost don't want to do again.
I don't want to tell anyone else stories of my past, and how I once was.
I don't want to do things and not keep it to myself.
I've always been a quiet and reserved girl, I've always been you could say, overly careful about who I allow to touch me.

Doing things with him, I grew comfortable with, and something I became okay with.
Doing things with you, I've questioned, and thought of, something I would've had to grow comfortable and okay with.
Could I ever do things with you, can I see myself doing things with you, and would I ever see and hear you again........but this time, for real?

I look at how other girls live their lives, and sometimes think of how they handle being physical. 
How do they allow themselves to give their all to one guy, and then another after some time has passed?
is there never any regret? Is there never any fear and doubt?
Where does the trust comfort and idea of being okay with it come from?
If things go wrong, how are they able to allow themselves to do it again, and with someone else who isn't meant to be their someone?

And off the topic I wonder, how was someone like you, able to seemingly fall for me?
I am a damaged broken record you see. 
What is there to possibly like about me, how can one like me, and why?
Even after trying to be with someone for 5 years, I still don't know why he chose me........but then there's you. 
Why did you pick me? why havent you given up? Why do you still wish to have me?
What is there, aside from the reason to do with my body, to like about a woman like me?

Au fond d'un vaste lac turquoise

Entre deux rocs et la tanière d'un vieux mérou

Git, sur un fonc couleur ardoise

Une pierre d'un vert oeil de loup.

Le fond des eaux éclairé par un soleil d'émeraude

Devent paisible, le sable dessinant 

Des silhouettes en dansant.

Les algues, au plus profond

Ondulent paisiblement au gré du courant,

Maternant les alevins en les protégeant

Ah ! Il tarde à ces frais nouveaux nés

De partir explorer, vagabonder

Et découvrir sans plus tarder

Les eaux pûres, paisibles

D'un lac turquoise, vert au fond

Sous l'égide d'un gardien e son abnégation.

J’avais pour colorer de rose le morose

Semé derrière moi des graines de sourire

Qui lentement se sont mises à mourir,

Qui dans le chagrin n’ont pas trouvé l’osmose

J’avais pour détruire la colère éphémère

Planté derrière moi un pommier

Qui rapidement se mit à pleurer

Qui perdit jusqu’au gout de la terre

Sur les cadavres dansent les grabataires

Et sur les tombes sales, la poussière

Poussière qui meurt, poussière qui pleure

Poussière qui hait, poussière qui se leurre

Poussière qui espère, poussière qui ose

Espérer voir dans la ruine fleurir une rose.

Hope is a candle in a sea of darkness, eagerly awaiting the sun. 

Trust is a drop of the purest water, in an ocean full of desert sand.

Loyalty is the assurance of your own two feet, that you will stand.

Love is a bubbling geyser; filling, and rushing to overflowing. 

Empathy is a mother's love, from someone that you don't know.

Peace is an ocean of glass-like water, that ripples of war cannot move.

Honesty is a pure wine, with no dregs to ruin the taste.

Do not weep for me now

For I am back in my mother’s arms

Do not morn another day

For I walk in peace

With those who have been waiting in the light

To share their everlasting love

Do not be saddened

For I have been blessed with your love

And carry it in my heart

To my new plain of existence

Do not be afraid

For I am a part of the light that shines down upon you

And brightens your way towards your future

Do not feel lonely

For I am the one who will watch over and protect you

Until we again walk hand in hand

To our eternal place of peace

Fear and terror

hopes and dreams

a smile so bright

and aspirations so right

stiching together the seams

of a brand new life.

in what dark recesses of torture remain

exists a dreaded seed for us to obtain

to keep us sane and deliver us from evil

so goes the creed of an everlasting people

unending doubt resonates to be

impermanance rooted in an everlasting dream

scarcity of hope glimmering in dusk

prevention of fortune in a world of luck

forever told from stories past

eerily reminiscent of perpetual task

systems of new destroyed wisdom once known

for all apart of a world unsown

grimmace and malice plagued once more

in dire times that conjured vile scorn

but it was hope that was given once last chance

now grows a tree from the seed of our past

When I was young,

I was so carefree,

At least that’s how

It seems to me,

Ain’t it sad

How things turn out to be?

Full of hope,

Full of passionate dreams,

A thrilling new world

Lay right before me,

Ain’t it sad

How things turn out to be?

Glass half full,

Then it’s half empty,

My mood can change

So very unpredictably,

Ain’t it sad

 How things turn out to be?

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