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2003-11-25 @ 10:39 a.m. Our hearts beat fast Our hands can't help but shake while holding a glass Trying to see it half full Yet it's still half empty and the ice is starting to melt Nothing stays anymore And while some are able to drink their optimism or take two with water We can't lie to ourselves so easily Sure we try to adapt but when you feel winter before July has a chance to arrive Well, it's hard And we trace our sorrows with blades in our skin The body is a canvas where blood is the ink And we draw the prettiest pictures in ruby rapture It's our sweetness, our thrill, our feel-good revolution Maybe it's wrong Maybe life should be more than resisiting gravity and the force pulling us into the future I know there's joy and love and hope out there for us It's just so much easier to be sad To scribble my trite poetry and pretend that no one cares But maybe they do This coma just feels so good It's all an equation High school mathematics where we need to balance our suffering with pleasure And X will come out equaling what we all really need A chance Yeah our minds are doubtful Our legs tremble while trying to stand without crutches of depression But I guess if we try life and fail we'll have some story to tell our children when they do the same- "at least I tried" This is for the kids who live in heartbreak This is for the kids who's parents don't understand This is for the kids who would change it if they could This is for you. .Past. Entries.
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