Dec 16
Im breaking , can you hear me?
Or am I still sound in that terrible dream.
The one with knife, the scars from the fight.
A battle within me to tear me from life;
To cut all my ties with all that I love.
& set me free with the dove.
The dove so beautiful, wings at free.
Soaring silently, staring at me.
One bead black eye to decide my fate.
To change my mistakes, im far too late.
I look up at the dove; it’s beauty astounds me.
Then it drops me, and darkness surrounds me.
The ending comes; the darkness ate me whole;
Like this depression that swallowed my soul
May 31
When teachers say “I dismiss the class, not the bell.”
If the bell can’t tell me when to leave, it shouldn’t tell me when to come into class.
(Source: epic-humor)
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