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I don't have faith in life to come
I look at my past and see ruins
I want to escape out of them
I can't escape the ruins
Have faith! All will be well.
Tell me when, for I don't see.
What has faith in store for me?
Another cruel life to come?
The sequel to the past
is the present and
Faith will determine
the future to come.
My faith in the world is gone.
Why should I have faith,
when faith has no faith in me.
I look at my past and see ruins
I want to escape out of them
I can't escape the ruins
Have faith! All will be well.
Tell me when, for I don't see.
What has faith in store for me?
Another cruel life to come?
The sequel to the past
is the present and
Faith will determine
the future to come.
My faith in the world is gone.
Why should I have faith,
when faith has no faith in me.
Literature
Look what he's done to you
Look what he's done to you,
Not at all fair to your little heart,
He took the heart of a little girl and smashed it.
Now nothing seems true,
You can't find a new start,
Nothing seems right, nothing seems to fit.
Hear me as I say you are more than this,
You can be more than he made you feel,
Your heart can beat once more.
There's nothing you should miss,
Because of the things he made you think were real,
His pleasure isn't what you were made for.
You can hear the music but can't sing,
The words you can't seem to say,
You can change it all.
You don't have to remain this broken thing,
The thing he made you be this day,
When all your world did
Literature
Waiting for her to come this way
The breeze tousles through the night and his hair.
He sits in expectance for her to come here;
waiting for her to come this way.
Like that first time; her footsteps echoed so loud.
In a night as such not even the moon could be proud.
An ethereal glow she emitted, an embodying light.
The wind ruffled her black locks like an angel in flight.
Her breath was a sanctifying whisper of life
and her dress; oh a woven fabric of natures device.
Her soft traces upon the earth would have grown
the fruit bearing brushwood, piercing through a stone.
The hair settled; the wings retreated, her eyes slowly set
on a young boy tending tulips. Their
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Stop
Leave me alone, please just do so
Stop being there
It is not like you really cared
You said I will be alone again
So let me be that
It has never stopped you before right
You used me the whole time
Like I was nothing
Why are you suddenly acting
Like you give two cents
about me now
"I did care for you."
Cut the crap
I no longer want to hear it.
Just stop, just stop please.
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Amazing Job!♥