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And I threw down that sponge. Not because I was sick of cleaning, but because I was sick of this life. I was tired of being used and being other people's burdens and being blamed. And I was also sick of scrubbing the left overs off of their damn plates.
There's a place on Ocean Avenue where I used to sit and talk with you. We were both 16 and it felt so right. Sleepin all day, stayin up all night.
Force it, grit your teeth and bear it. Keep moving, keep breathing, keep trying.
when the world is crashing in, when the sky is crashing down, he is my shelter. when the sky is crying, the rain is pouring he is my umbrella. when the sun is blistering and i'm out of breath, he is my shade tree.
I wake up, the light is starting to peak through the silky curtains, the smell of coffee lingers in the air and my soul is still full of euphoric thoughts of last night's dreams. Ah, the morning.
I am sinking. My muscles and bones are frail and weak compared to the strength of the waves around me. I am so small compared to this monster consuming me.