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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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Real People
I don't really know whether I should be happier or sadder that more people are starting to understand, or even see the hostility and coldness I feel on those sundays. Perhaps I'm the weaker few, perhaps I 'wised up'. Perhaps the only reason I felt like I belonged so long ago was because of you, and it never was my kind of crowd to begin with. A little chuckle if you know who you are. Then again, what is 'my kind of crowd'? Its harder and harder for what I am, or who I am, to be classified. I look a certain way (but looks always change anyway), I act a certain way. But I am a different way. I quite like that. It helps me realize the true, genuine people out of the multitudes of acts and lies. And amidst people who can't tell friends from two-faced bitches, I'm rather lucky. Maybe my friends are strange, weird, awkward, to others. I don't really mind. I think my friends are the most genuine ones around. Upfront about their faults and their personalities. And when they say they care, you know they do(: I'm rather thankful. Thankful for weird (YES YOU WEIRDOs lol), but Real People. Btw. I knew it was a bad idea to put my blog back on. This is my second post today! O.o |