I am not a blank slate
I do not want to forget
I want to keep my regrets
Even those I hate
I am a living metaphor
I am something I’m not
Something everyone forgot
I don’t matter anymore
I am...not quite here
I drift away sometimes
I get stuck out of my mind
I run from all I hold dear
I am a bright new page
In an torn, old book
I won’t turn back and look
I’ll make my own way...















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So if ya' want to pray just come on down cause this freak show is leaving the ground! -[Toby Mac]
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Chap Stick, Chapped Lips, And Things Like Chemistry! -[Relient K]
Jen x
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So if ya' want to pray just come on down cause this freak show is leaving the ground! -[Toby Mac]
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Chap Stick, Chapped Lips, And Things Like Chemistry! -[Relient K]
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Almighty God, in every way, you are above and beyond understanding.
I imagine such regrets are so fluidly related.
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There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain...
~Poetic-Disturbance a little club I'm in.
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There is no one who loves pain itself, who seeks after it and wants to have it, simply because it is pain...
~Poetic-Disturbance a little club I'm in.
Jen x
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