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love where you least expect it
Contributed by
cryingonmyporch
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Thursday, 19th September 2002 @ 09:12:03 PM in AEST
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I see something so interesting. Something so unique. Is it good or is it bad? Ill let you decide. So dark and cold. So silent and alone. No one else but you and me. But then I dont think you know that I am here. But I am. Im standing here watching you. Your crying so badly. I wonder why? Is it that bad? Tell me. Will you please? You dont have to hide from me. I will not hurt you. I could never hurt you. Come with me to my world. And you will see how I see myself. See the person in the mirror. Yes, the person who is crying and telling herself that it would be better if she were to die. Watch her. Look at what she does. She smiles at everyone around her. She lives in a lie. A lie covered by another lie and another lie. All of her life is a lie. Except what you see now. She cries when she is all alone. And for her this seems to be a lot. Look in her eyes and you will see something. Ill tell you what I have seen and what I know. Shes lost and she hopes and prays that one day someone will come and find her. But they never do. In her eyes you can see her fear, her sadness, and her worries. So many worries for such a young mind. So much sadness for such a short life. So much fear from such a small amount of people. It makes you want to reach out to her. But you cant. You cant find the decency to take the time to help her up, to wipe her tears, to listen for just a moment. Such a task wouldnt even take up ten minutes of your time. But you dont do it. You leave her. To rot. To wither. To die. But its okay I guess Its only a life. Its only a mind. Its you conscience not mine. Yours because I am the one sitting and crying. I know no one will help me. No one cares. I was born to fail. I was born to die. I learned this the hard way. I suppose god has a plan for us all. And this was my plan. My route. Im not telling you this so you can feel bad for me. I dont want you to. Why should you worry about a stranger? Especially a stranger that loves another stranger. I suppose your wondering who the other stranger is? Well that stranger is you.
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Re: love where you least expect it
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by greeneyes on
Friday, 20th September 2002 @ 11:36:04 AM AEST
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Your right with every thing you say, except for one. You have many friends out their, you also have to meet us half way so that we can tell you how much we really care. You don't have to be alone, your new friends are right here, give us a chance.
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Re: love where you least expect it
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 20th September 2002 @ 11:49:34 AM AEST
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| I know how that feels so much.... |
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Re: love where you least expect it
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by Knowledge on
Sunday, 20th October 2002 @ 12:36:41 AM AEST
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Oh my god...What you say is so true with many people. But you must realize that there really are people out there who care. People who want to reach out to you. I am a very compassionate person, and I know how you feel. I used to feel the same way. But I found someone. I found someone to that I can talk to....I found a special someone to share my thoughts with. It was myself...
Being your own friend can only last so long. So open up your mind and let others in.
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Re: love where you least expect it
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by crucifixioncross on
Friday, 25th October 2002 @ 09:03:30 AM AEST
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yeah i feel like that alot i smile but only i know its fake...noone seems to care until you try to end your life but they dont realize theyre not even there for you enough to stop you...what i mean is yeah they can tell you not to one day but theyre not there at your house to take the gun from your hand and hold you while you cry...thats how i feel all the time...i could kill myself i dont know why i havent and knowledge is the one who only says not to...yes knowledge and me are so called friends but were not as close as i would like to be...so this poem really got me thinking and i just want to thank you for writing it and i want to let you know i will be your friend all you have to do is add me to some IM or something cause im always here cause noone hangs out with me and stuff so anyways heres my sns
msn: c14_x23@hotmail.com
aim: crucifixioncross
yim: c14_x23
i hope we can talk some time cause if you need a friend god knows i need one too so why not...we probly have alot in common so it will be good cause im a great listener...my only regret would be not being there for a should to cry on |
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