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LOTS OF THOUGHTS RUNNIN' THROUGH MY BRAIN, I CAN'T GET HUNG UP ON ANY OF THEM, THIS STREAM IS LONG, I SEE ONLY BLURRY STAINS, FROM THOUGHTS THAT HAVE LONG DISAPPEARED I SHOULD GO OUTSIDE FOR A COUPLE OF SECONDS, DIAGNOSE THE MIND AND THEN START TO CLEAR IT, IF A VIRUS APPEARS THEN IT'LL BE NECESSARY TO CUT IT OUT, THE DESTRUCTION'S COMPLETE, THE SYSTEM MUST BE TURNED OFF AND ON I GO TO THE MIRROR BUT SEE NOT MYSELF, NONE OF THE PSYCHOLOGISTS I WENT TO GAVE ME PSYCHIC HELP, AFTER MANY THERAPIES I'VE NOT STARTED TO FEEL WELL, WHY I ALWAYS FEEL SO SHITTY AND CAN'T FIND A WAY OUT OF THIS SITUATION, CAN SOMEONE FUCKIN' TELL? I AM TRYING TO STAY AFLOAT, HUH, IT'S LIKE I'M IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA WITHOUT A BOAT, I DON’T HAVE ANYTHING, I HAVE TO DO SOMETHING, BUT I DON'T KNOW WHAT, ALL I CAN DO IS HOPE FOR SOMETHING AND CONTINUE TO ROT. I'M TRYNA GET HUNG UP ON THE POSITIVE, OR RATHER ON WHAT I HAVE LEFT, IT'S SO FUNNY THAT ALL THAT DISTINGUISHES ME FROM A CORPSE IS NOT THAT I LIVE, BUT ONLY THAT I BREATHE UHHH...
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Хай буде так
«And in my hour of darkness She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, "Let it be"» Beatles - Let it be Хай буде так. Прийми своє життя. Прийми негоду, біль і в серці рану. Прийми свою не вічність, як буття. Прийми, що у людей на тебе інші плани. І не кричи, не плач, коли летиш із неба. Земля тверда. Це так. Реальна. Не м'яка. Живи та не шкодуй. Так було треба. Можливо не тобі. Комусь. Чиясь рука. Ти витримав. Стерпів. Усі пройшов дороги. Ти не зламався, ні. Ти просто біг не так. Ти просто падав. Просто вірив богу, І довіряв не тим. Кохав не так. Хай буде так. Прийми, що ти один І залишайся сильним, що б не було далі. Життя лиш мить, в яку стікає плин годин. Лиш зайчик сонячний, ребро медалі. Бо що б не було - ти не вічний, ні. І те що має тут коштовність, там - згорає. Ти помираєш тут. Зникаєш на війні. Та пам'ятай - у смерті щастя аж ніяк немає.
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