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It's really great to have a good memory.
I mean, you're really lucky to have such good memory.
School work, all the good times, who wouldn't want to remember?
...having a good memory doesn't mean that all the bad times go away.
Hearing her say "I've never said anything mean to you in my life!"
Then why did you yell at me "I don't love you, I hate you!"?
Why do I have to respect a man that said "Go read for once" "Clean the damn house for once" "Someone's trying to lose weight in this family." to me?
Why do I have to remember? Why?
The best part is,
They never remember
They think I lie when I quote them.
They never believe me even though I have a good memory.
They never believed me.
Why do I have to remember for the rest of my life?
I mean, you're really lucky to have such good memory.
School work, all the good times, who wouldn't want to remember?
...having a good memory doesn't mean that all the bad times go away.
Hearing her say "I've never said anything mean to you in my life!"
Then why did you yell at me "I don't love you, I hate you!"?
Why do I have to respect a man that said "Go read for once" "Clean the damn house for once" "Someone's trying to lose weight in this family." to me?
Why do I have to remember? Why?
The best part is,
They never remember
They think I lie when I quote them.
They never believe me even though I have a good memory.
They never believed me.
Why do I have to remember for the rest of my life?
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Sweet Solitude
Sweet Solitude
A burning feeling is inside of me,
to vanish for a bit and not be seen.
Disappearing just for a while,
to lose myself and not be found.
A place where I can be alone;
where only silence can be heard.
The only sound will be the
beating of my aching heart.
Where there are no issues from life,
or drama from something going on.
Where I can hear the wind as it whispers to me.
Feeling its soft breath up against my skin,
as it slowly kisses me gently,
soothing my inner self as I listen to its sweet melody.
In this place where I sit,
alone and calm,
nothing else seems to matter
as time freezes and falls apa
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I know..
Tell me that you love me,
but remember to be kind.
For I am very fragile,
within this heart of mine.
My thoughts are often random
and lead to parts unknown.
Of wants and things important.
To feelings I have grown.
I need the re-assurance,
that love will always be,
mixed within my here and now,
and between what's you and me.
I see your face completely,
It never leaves my sight.
It guides me through my day
and comforts me at night.
Your presence is my saviour,
although you're often gone.
I feel your soul surrounds;
my heart is not alone.
Love is ever needed,
To place us on our way.
A friend or mayhaps a lover,
to temper
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Mirrors
Let the sadness
drain
Release all my
pain
Just don't let me feel
again
Frozen fear in me
Not that you can see
For all that is to
be
Come deep inside
So that I might
hide
Before you change this
tide
Tear back the broken
curtain
That made me think this
certain
you longed to break me open
See the gory underneath
The blade beneath the sheath
Still.. I can't
Breathe
Rip open my ribs
My heart you called dibs
No more
fibs
I'll give it all to
you
Every word I speak true
No matter what you
do
Capture all my
tears
Lock away all my
fears
You and I
each others mirrors
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Just something I thought up.
When really, I just need a hug.
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i quite understand you, that happens with my family a lot, many times they blame me for something and when i tell them what they did or said they reply im lying and get angry at me ¬¬ i hate that... right now my mom is angry at me BECAUSE SHE HAD A SUCKING BAD DAY but im not to fault, i was just the one who was here when she arrived home angry 
i hate itand so, in a week she will tell me that she never does or says anything to harm me, that im a little fucking ungrateful misserable brat uncapable to love just because she doesn't want to realize that she was wrong and that doesn't want to say sorry
but then i must say sorry to her for what she did... 
my mood is down now, sorry for the extra long comment