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Machaela

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

4 poems·Since September 2013
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The Ache

September 9, 2013

I've got a normal life here by my side. A place I can live comfortable. But I figure there's no reason to hide. Yet how can I allow this to amount to nothing? Something so treachurous, alive. That will change me into something; the very thing I will not be able to hide. To see that desire is a powerful thing. An enemy at best. Something that can take away everything. A search for numbness of the mind. A thing you will never escape. But there is hope and there is time. Life cannot be wasted away. Feelings are not easy to overcome. But are worth another day in this world. See timing is everything. And hope is always for the best. Life isn't never ending. So you must make it through it all. And never loathe, and never rest. But breathe until there's nothing left. If you give in you'll never know. Know what life can truly be. A thing that sometimes is so hard to must. That you, yourself depict your destiny.

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