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You SaidYou Said,
Silence gets you nowhere,
Love gets you nowhere,
Hate gets you nowhere.
But where do friends come in?
Where do enemies sneak in?
Where are all the memories,
if you said I was nothing to you?
You said that, didn't you?
I tried, I really did.
Don't say what you said.
It hurts me, you know.
It breaks me, you know.
I'm broken, you see.
You hated me,
You cursed me, you see.
You expected me to forgive you now,
You say I deserve happiness now.
And of before?
Why didn't you think that then?
I swallow and I choke
I breathe and my ribs snap
I dream of tears on my window now...
Are they really dreams...?
Stop itAre we really born free?
Do we really have the strength?
Can't I just watch and see the world grow before me?
Do I really have to be here.. right here.. right now?
Do I have to care?
About you? About me?
Should I continue my pointless ways?
I will always care.
I will always be there when someone needs me.
I will be there when you need me.
I want to see the sparkle in your eyes.
You can't give up if someone still knows you can make it.
I will always need your comfort.
Even if you don't want to give it to me.
When will you turn around.
I hate to see your back.
When will I see the sparkle in your eyes?
I hate to watch them dull.
When will you see me?
I hate to be the minor speck in your life.
When will I move around?
I'd love to talk to you.
When will you see the sparkle in mine?
I'd love to show them to you.
When will I appear behind the corner?
I'd love to be there for you.
I'd better get moving.
I'd better cheer up.
I'd better show up.
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sit down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More