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| I have respect for a lot of people in this world
My family
The Guys in Glee Club
Teachers
The select few, they know who they are (i hope)
but never have I had this much respect and love for another person.
until now.
You never know what you had til you lose it. Like a wise friend told me, its out of my control. But what is in my control, I need to take care of.
It will hurt
I will hurt
But its ok.
Regardless of what happens, I will be here. Through rain or shine, I will be here.
Just don't leave me hanging...
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| a pain within the hearts of man brought forth through a immortal feeling
love
One's heart is sick and sad
There is no place, no location in which the boundaries of love hast not breached. No walls or pillars of granite and marble to have held it at bay. No relief for the weary soul which has been battered before, only to be battered again by its own doing. Words and works of craftsman's words brought forth a monster
which is I...
One's being is unknowns to oneself. But this being of I has a clear vision of who I is. I will never make mistakes, not will I be placed in the crowd, lost to the world. No, I will rise and I will be true and pure in the eyes one the one Beloved...
But I is a fool
I is a mockery
I
is
Me
Set forth from the path of righteousness, Me, and Me alone, has marched on. Without Me there would not be a you. Without Me, there would only be misery and sadness. Without me, you are only a speck in the sunlight.
But Me is a coward
Me is a hypocrite
Me
is
no one...
One's words have flowed from fingertips to letters to the wonders which has come to communicate with all of you. You matter. You might care. You are there.
I am not
There is still life without Me
Self righteous, pompous, belittling, critical, conniving, evil, miserable, arrogant, rude, obnoxious, stubborn,
fool
There is only... one
and one shall rebuild where I and Me have left off.
one, not One. I will be i and Me will be me.
i will be me, and only me. In essence, i need to learn to be me again.
and so there was one. oneself, one's own, one
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| For whom does the meaning of wandering entail, to which the evidence of life becomes apparent and the meaning thus revealed? When one comes to the path of wander, who but the lone traveler accompanies the lone stranger through the trials and pains of the road? Once upon a time, there may have been others yet now there is only one, two of the same yet no other individual with the care or know how to want anything to do with it. Drowned in misery and drinking from loneliness, the stranger is but a figment of what once was, leaving all those who were before him in the dust and all those after him in the past. No more will there be a strangers friend or foe, no more will there be a life to live with that of the lone man, the lone person
The lonely stranger
Who wanders the road, less traveled by the few and forgotten by the masses... and yet all know of the trail and it's humors and forlorn attire. To meander with the stranger is to tango with the wind, never to know what is or will be, yet tango all the same. A dance of fleet feet and whispers, with naught but the light flow of wind and breeze to guide the pair to the eternal plot of land that is the road.
Yet to whom the wind calls for is but a mystery, a single word that forever echos the name of god and devil alike, never to be satisfied by the limbo that is the peace, the quiet. Hark the herald angels sing, but who but the lonely can ever truly know the individual madness that is, that the angels themselves were to grace the world with their voices, but not their wisdom or presence. Guarded by Pearly Gates, there is no true haven on this mortal plane, yet there is hope which will someday lead the path from the lonely road to the light, of darkness.
Bittersweet and melancholy, the lone traveler will never be safe, nor will there ever be harm to spare for the image of a pitiful man. What is the meaning of hope, if not to shed a shadow on the misery of life? Playing with the meanings of light, life, legitimacy, the never ending trail of truth and meaning beyond compare. There is no such thing as a life of light that legitimately compares to that of the path
of a lonely road.
Hail, for the lord art with thee, who leadth me to gray planes of silver stars and battlements of shadows. Battle on the light and the echos of Valhalla will truly shun thee, to pave the way of lordship for those who truly understand the meaning of loneliness, and the battles of the soul, the mind, the self. What is self but the never ending appeal to be a individual.
Failure is indeed a path most taken, for without a hundred failures can there be a success worth writing ballads about. Viva a vida and the word will laugh with thee. Mortal coils and mental strife will light the shadows that force those who live in the light to make a move in the dark, take a chance.
Live
Woe be to the stranger
Woe be to the lonely stranger
For he is not alone
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| Who's Left from the good old days?
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