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BrokenI need a break From us It's not you at all, it's me Distance is like poison Penetrating into a persons veins It kills; it slowly strangles one Until they have no other choice But to take a break I'm breaking inside I wish you were here Beside me I wish you would take my wrist And kiss it And tell me Im beautiful Even on days where I have my doubts I'm breaking inside I wished I was stronger I wished I always knew what to say But Im imperfect Human I'm breaking inside And you don't even realize it I don't want you to I want you to date someone closer That's not me You say you love me But do we even know? Does our society even no anymore? What love really is I'm breaking On the verge of being broken I want to be with you all the time But there's something Things People That ob Telling me that our relationship Will never become anything more Than it already is People are sometimes stupid They don't understand That what we have is something intimate That cannot be Suddenly ripped out of your hands I'm broken Out of choices And at a loss for words Chapter 2 Of My Life: Unsolved IssuesThis blog has been marked as containing adult content. Your current adult settings prevent you from seeing it. Please go to your account settings page and change your settings to allow adult content to view this blog Story 1 Of My Life: Unsolved IssuesEveryone has unsolved issues, whether they realize it or not they do. Its not something that we can just hide from or erase, they are there until we solve them or let them get worse. My mom adopted me when I was 9 and kicked me out when I was 15. She didn't really know who she was after her and my dad got divorced, there was a lot of abuse and neglect that went on during their marriage - whether she'll admit to it or not I know because I was the one listening to her muffled screams for help while my dad slammed her head into a wall or hit her constantly. My parents both used to be Pastors, or at least my mom used to be until she got into an abusive relationship with a lady who was a prostitute - named Noella. If you think Im making this up, then stop reading. I dont care what you believe, all I know is I would never waste my time writing crap like this if it wasn't true. Anyways, I remember all the times when Noella either hit my mom or called her down, pushed her into walls, threatened to kill her. I was scared and didnt want to tell anyone about it but I knew that I had to. Except I waited until after me, mom and my brothers ran away from her and moved to a different province where we were safe but Il save that for the next chapter I guess RadioHe grew up just a little too fast Lost and needs its on his past I can hear him humming from the other side of the room Guess hes got rhythm 'Cuz he hums every time he's blue Radio, bleed me a melody That'll make this boy cry Radio, bleed me a melody That'll make him wonder why He was so cold Play him a song that reminds him of when he wasn't tumbling down Radio HERE FOR YOUTears fall from your face And all I want to do is wipe them away and hold you close in my arms You've had a hard life, no doubt And a horrible day You kind of want to give up your life; But dont - because theres always a way To live in happiness; And get healing for your broken heart "Don't stop believing" That I love you more than words; Can ever express I'm here for you So let me wipe away your tears And give me your broken heart aswell; "Till death do us part" My heart exchanged for yours Now you'll never be blinded from truth and deep love again: You wont have to fall asleep With your tears and fears anymore.... Because I'm here for you all the way
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