These are my thoughts. They are for me. For the me now, and the me to be.
I don't always make sense, and I like living that way.
I don't always make sense, and I like living that way.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
It is I, it is you
It is you, who saw those tears
It is I who no longer carries them
But;
It was I, who hid and discouraged my heart
It was I, I who told myself "No."
It was I, who mentalized myself
It was I, who wrecked my motivation
It is I, who got Me back
It is I, who banished the coward in you
and brought you to life
Who opened your eyes to the beauty
that you posess within the deep depths of your heart
Who told you that you were right
and to trust yourself and what you believe in
It was you, I should be thankful for.
It is I that was you.
It is you, that I will never again be.
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