The sun is always shining in the skysomewhere...
So fitting for the life I lead, the problems that spill, the stories I weave. In the end fair is fair and two wrongs don't make a right. But Dear Lord, I wish sometimes it worked. Sometimes you can only look at one wall for so long, or in some situations, four walls. It's something that I crave, but won't ever speak of. A devil dressed up selling dreams of gold. The grass is always greener on the other side, just like the past can play tricks with our minds.
It's like a slap to a face, I mean reality. It's personalities that clash. Stories of a girl who doesn't know control. Being pushed to the edge causes the three year old in me to retaliate back. Anger takes the best of me and you're out of my life. I hate how some things happen. Time machines would be a nice thing to have. Take me back to screw my head back on.
I'm sorry for the way some things happen. I'm getting better. Truly. Perhaps things can start again. Happiness is in order.
I am very much alive.
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