It always hurts the most when one has to cry alone. In that painful solitary confinement. The pain is so severe when your trying to be silent, face in the pillow, choking on your own breathes. The emotion engulfs you, pulling you under. Your strength it gradually fades, and your eyes have nothing left to do but open, and see the appalling truth that you REALLY are alone here. When I was a kid, i didn't cry for the things kids cryed for, i didnt get the things my heart desired, i was living an adult life through a childs body. Tending to adult matters. The front was always up & i never went no where with out my "whatever" attitude. I may hate you, but it is I who i hate the most.
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As children we always do things THINKING we are doing ourselves emotional favors
cropwhaddup: When infact we are going throught trials and errors w/ lessons learned
cropwhaddup: And so is the cycle of life.. Trials and erros w/ lessons learned. (Either to be repeated and will determine the path of man. Or will man take the alternative route?)
(convo w/someone down in da dumps) it seems so similar. and i think it relates =]]
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