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Well I give up. I officially am torn ripped in half with most of the pieces missing even if all of the pieces are in front of me most times it doesn't make sense. I don't want the pieces to line up like they're supposed to. I want to make my own path and reshape the pieces, I want to know that there's more to life than people just ******** with your mind.
They say a child's laugh is the purest and the most treasurable. It's because they're innocent and don't have a mask. They only know the world around them and that world is all they want. Safety, security, nourishment and most of all; love. Where does this go as we grow up? Does it leave us when we become superficial? Are we no longer allowed to be nurtured because we've conformed into a society that makes us weak to cry in public? To genuinely laugh when we're happy? Of course, the conformity is called growing up we have to adjust and suck it up. Many times life is unjust and unfair but we're expected to suck it up, become harder and learn from other people's accusations until eventually we are able to smile as it kills.
How do we stop this cycle? How do we learn to be ourselves? How do we step away from the mask that seems to have molded in with our souls? It's a dance that we will never be able to master, the song that we will never be able to sing... it is the sketch that will be rejected. We are constantly messing up and slowly becoming the monsters that haunted us when we were younger. Ah well it's inescapable I suppose... where did we go wrong?
 [.Hakkan.] · Thu Nov 30, 2006 @ 03:21am · 1 Comments |
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