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It's not realisation. But it's eventuality that slithers a person.

Don't you think they realised it long ago. But because she didn't believe in the end, didn't mean it wasn't going to happen.
It's like you know how we'll all die, but you never believe you're dying.
So what happens next.
Prepare for it or pretend it won't happen.
Step up to face facts or just sit and act.
You see these words are real And they are mine.
I realise whats happenin but the will to make an effort, to change has been murdered.

When will the urge to be the best for you die. When will you believe that this competition is a lost cause.
Ha. And then they say you don't try.

You don't try for a lost cause. You let yourself slip this one.
You'll never be that person.
You'll never be loved like that. You'll never win.

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Winter Song said…
You're wrong.You have won. You'll be loved like that. The fact that you've made it here, the fact that you're able to write again...it proves you're a survivor. Yes, in the process some pieces of us are altered forever, but that makes our DNA even more interesting. :)
Thursday, April 19, 2012 4:42:00 AM
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