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tried to take a picture..of love
I wanna fill this new frame..but it's empty
im different, im not important..the freak man who too much thinking about all tragedies in the world. I believe there is a hero in all of us. but sometimes we sacrifice the things we love. but love is the hardest thing to sacrifice..
"blessed be-and remember, you are beautiful, and you are loved"
I wanna fill this new frame..but it's empty
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im different, im not important..the freak man who too much thinking about all tragedies in the world. I believe there is a hero in all of us. but sometimes we sacrifice the things we love. but love is the hardest thing to sacrifice..
"blessed be-and remember, you are beautiful, and you are loved"
tried to write a letter..in ink..
i've got a peice of paper..but it's empty..
This silence fills an emptiness, but I don't feel full. In fact, alone in this body, alone in my home. I worship this mosque, day by day I carry this weight. It's impossible to lose myself, when buried in my own hate. I can surface with a force of determination, motivation, and possibly a kind of divination within. Why is understanding or mastering the self such a mission, or a choice of discipline?
I carry within me emotions that I cannot control, a struggle between the mind, body, and soul. Through prayer to god, I rid myself of these burdens that scrape the surface of my head. They pass by like a train of memories floating in the wind, dancing around in circles, fading away like the dead. Day by day together, me, myself and I, the spirit, body, and ego. The man, God - old man new, new man dies. A rebirth has come to pass, and the spirit survives. No more lives, just an open door to the other side.
i've got a peice of paper..but it's empty..
breaking the silence
Tuesday, May 27, 2008 ( 1:04 AM )
This silence fills an emptiness, but I don't feel full. In fact, alone in this body, alone in my home. I worship this mosque, day by day I carry this weight. It's impossible to lose myself, when buried in my own hate. I can surface with a force of determination, motivation, and possibly a kind of divination within. Why is understanding or mastering the self such a mission, or a choice of discipline?
I carry within me emotions that I cannot control, a struggle between the mind, body, and soul. Through prayer to god, I rid myself of these burdens that scrape the surface of my head. They pass by like a train of memories floating in the wind, dancing around in circles, fading away like the dead. Day by day together, me, myself and I, the spirit, body, and ego. The man, God - old man new, new man dies. A rebirth has come to pass, and the spirit survives. No more lives, just an open door to the other side.
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EMPTY
song by Click Five
tried to take a picture, of love..
didn't think I'd miss her, that much..
I want to fill this new frame
but its empty
tried to write a letter, in ink..
its been getting better, I think..
I got a piece of paper
but its empty
its empty
maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
and I've even wondered, if we..
should be getting under, these sheets..
we could lie in this bed
but its empty
its empty
maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
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maybe we're trying
trying too hard
maybe we're torn apart
maybe the timing
is beating our hearts
we're empty
we're empty
we're empty
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