each time i try to write i end up erasing anything and everything i type
it’s not good enough anymore (when was it ever though?)
there’s no point in it really
it used to be fun but now i always end up doubtful
i wish i could erase these thoughts as easily
i wish i could erase myself as easily
I want it all gone. Every damn memory of her. I am done playing these little games. I don’t give a shit how many guns she is pointing at me. This wont make me forgive her. Nothing will.
I think that the best way for – no, scratch that.
I believe – no.
The best way for people to write – not quite.
Progress depends on thought – yeah, that’s the start!
Cat
The chalkboard stood in front of her,
absolutely cluttered with a series of complex formulas;
none of which she knew the meaning of.
The only thing she did know,
was that the world would not erase mankind,
she would not allow it…
“X squared..” she mumbled, fiddling with the chalk in her hands..
“to the power of 15-”
“Amber? What in the hell are you doing..” an all to familiar discouragement said,
“you can’t stop this.”
If one could go back and erase something from the past, will that truly be beneficial or will they lose something of themselves? I often think back at my decisions and would wish to change something, but I stop myself and appreciate the person that I am because of the decisions that I have made.
Sam Ganim
There he was. Lying on the floor. Finally, the memories he could never escape have been erased.
poohead
Erase the thoughts, erase the past
Erase the things that should not last
And let me know that when you go
It will be slow not fast
Do you ever have days that you would like to erase? I mean, one of those days where you feel like everything has gone wrong. It would be nice if we had one free “delete” button we could use once a year where we could say, “This day was terrible. I want to relive it all over again.”
when you delete something that you dont want to be there or you miss spell a word.
Sydney Bridge
She flipped her pencil over and erased furiously. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. This isn’t working. She scratched her head with the point, trying to piece together words in some coherent order.
each time i try to write i end up erasing anything and everything i type
it’s not good enough anymore (when was it ever though?)
there’s no point in it really
it used to be fun but now i always end up doubtful
i wish i could erase these thoughts as easily
i wish i could erase myself as easily
There is no more for me to erase in my memory.
She’s gone. Gone for good.
She was all that mattered to me.
Every morning every night. When I wake up and before I go to bed.
All I have now is just me.
I stand in front of this mirror. Staring into the depths of my bare soul.
Empty.
erase
I want it all gone. Every damn memory of her. I am done playing these little games. I don’t give a shit how many guns she is pointing at me. This wont make me forgive her. Nothing will.
I think that the best way for – no, scratch that.
I believe – no.
The best way for people to write – not quite.
Progress depends on thought – yeah, that’s the start!
The chalkboard stood in front of her,
absolutely cluttered with a series of complex formulas;
none of which she knew the meaning of.
The only thing she did know,
was that the world would not erase mankind,
she would not allow it…
“X squared..” she mumbled, fiddling with the chalk in her hands..
“to the power of 15-”
“Amber? What in the hell are you doing..” an all to familiar discouragement said,
“you can’t stop this.”
If one could go back and erase something from the past, will that truly be beneficial or will they lose something of themselves? I often think back at my decisions and would wish to change something, but I stop myself and appreciate the person that I am because of the decisions that I have made.
There he was. Lying on the floor. Finally, the memories he could never escape have been erased.
Erase the thoughts, erase the past
Erase the things that should not last
And let me know that when you go
It will be slow not fast
Do you ever have days that you would like to erase? I mean, one of those days where you feel like everything has gone wrong. It would be nice if we had one free “delete” button we could use once a year where we could say, “This day was terrible. I want to relive it all over again.”
when you delete something that you dont want to be there or you miss spell a word.
She flipped her pencil over and erased furiously. Wrong wrong wrong wrong wrong. This isn’t working. She scratched her head with the point, trying to piece together words in some coherent order.
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