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The trees are beginning to change. We drift from the sun as commonality veers from the truth. It's hard to prioitize your major, personal necessities when the simple concept of time is discouraging. Where can we escape when everybody.. when it all falls apart. Void. Hearts have grown cold as we hold callused hands. Bodies, and motion, and energies - the waves. I'm trapped under these stars. Stuck in this phase. They say all beautiful words have already been spoken. Any magical phrase has already been taken. How can one aspire to be impressionable in a world that immediately degrades you? How can you dream of success when you're being coated in uniformism? I need to find a light. A path that's long been frayed. You're trapped under the same stars. We're stuck in this phase.

icing

This drawn out summer heat is piercing my senses. The warm breeze tumbles across my face. I see the children, laughing, playing. Nothing like a birthday on a sunny summer day.

How is a tortured soul to cope? You can walk the streets and see the lonely faces. Lost, wondering.. Could I have wound up anywhere but here?

The road is dark, the florescent moon providing the only burn of the night. The stars are shining with magnificent rave. Why can't we all keep such beauty?

force

Like yesterday.. and the day before, I walk through the halls. My stomach sinks, but then my heart plays when I see your face. You're thinking of me.. and that'll do. A simple thought will give enough closure.. until tomorrow.

My moral goes down, along with my ego. because that's where you've taken my heart. the depths of the trenches.. sinking, slowly.. slowly but surely. breaking the soul that I somehow have left. Can't you see? You're still my motivation. I'm still raw to the pain. Can't you still feel me? Just tell me you'll remember in the end.

all i have to do is walk down the hallway, and things throwback. the things i see.. the feel of the tile. where would you go? all I can do is look back .. and then repeat.

Discovery is a key aspect of life. Without any sort of new information flow, there can be no fresh enlightenment.. and that's what life is. A series of learning experiences.

brick

Pink Floyd paints a song with this single word without entire intention.

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Courtney wrote about force
“Like yesterday.. and the day before, I walk through the halls. My stomach sinks, but then my heart plays when I see your face. You're thinking of me.. and that'll do. A simple thought will give …”

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