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[bodytext] => As slowly as each day keeps drifting by me, it seems like they disappear so quickly. It makes no sense, but not everything has an explanation. I just try to sit back and watch the world pass me by as I disintegrate into my surroundings. Not much left to worry about, so I'll just ignore my instincts on everything until I see further reason to try harder. As time crawls by, I observe the ugliness of the world, and realize more each day how valuable true beauty really is. And how rare. I should feel lucky to have had a life mostly free of death, and destruction. But somehow, it's hard to see my own good fortune. With how much I've experienced in such a short time here, I should be praised for my knowledge of cruelty and pain. But I am not. In fact, most people find my stories hard to believe. But I only speak truth from my heart and my life. So many unbearable things have happened to me, and I've just allowed it. There wasn't much I could do to change it anyway. As of lately, things have been getting better, and more beautiful to me. There is one person in my life who brings so much light and joy into my heart, that it almost seems unfair to everyone else. I feel that everyone should have the pleasure of someone like him. Not everyone is that lucky, though. And although other things I've been through have been hard, they have formed me into the person here today. Parts of which aren't so good. But mostly, I am happy with who I've become. My heart strives to be good enough for everyone, but it's simply not possible. Not for me. Not for anyone. there will always be people who don't like me. But on the other hand, there will always be people who love me, and that is a gift that I treasure. My days are growing fewer, and I need to learn to appreciate each one. I will never get any of them back. Once a day is gone, it will never be again. And I don't want to spend the rest of my life wondering what would've happened if I had tried harder. As of this very moment, I am changing. I am going to be a better and stronger person than ever before. Not just for myself, but for others around me who love me. My friends, my family, and the love of my life. If I can be better for myself, then I don't care who I'm not good enough for. As long as I am good enough for myself. And I am. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 82 [topic] => 19 [informant] => ArloDisarray [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => InspirationalPoems )
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