Everyone has a story....
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Everyones perception and feelings narrate
their own story.
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We can not change the past or control
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every detail of our present or future.
What we can do is control how we react to
situations. We can control our own actions
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our own thoughts, once we are aware.
Chicken Soup for the Old Soul
By Bre Rison
Before He Left
Before he left,
he said he would be the one to take his own last breath.
Before he left, his mind waged in war.
Before he left, he weighed out the future with the past...
Unsure of what he could really get back.
Before he left, he thought everyone was better off without him.
That one day they will understand without a doubt.
But when he left,
He cried,
He cried because he told himself lies.
As he watches now unable to pick up the pieces he left behind.
Now he is seeing everyone cry.
How his soul made a difference.
How he left the broken to pick up the pieces.
Starting a trend he thought would never come.
But depression best him at once.
Speak Up
You should always tell before it's too late.
Don't be afraid to speak up, it's better than waiting.
If you wait to long, you will regret and never forget.
Time goes by so shortly and time can cause much pain.
So don't wait until the end, speak up before it's too late.
Life
The way life is!
Life isn't all cracked up as its supposed to be.
Love isn't as fair as it should be.
Time doesn't work the way we might want it.
People may not act as good as they do bad.
But while I'm on this Earth and still alive;
People will have to work with life, life will have to work with love ad it all has to work with time.
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Because today is really the first day of the rest of your life!
My love for you
My love for you is strong my love for you is true my love for you can prove a lot my love can keep you whole as time goes by my love for you is growing each and every day i look above and pray that my love can touch you in each and every way.
Does It Matter?
Does it matter when you look into my eyes
Does it matter for every time you cry, or
when the pain is there. Does it matter the coloer shape or size.
Does it matter the age, hair or eyes.
Whats wrong with people these days? they act so racist in each and every way.
What do we really fight over, were all equals,
were all technically the same.
People are cruel, people are mean we all have shared love, we all have shared pain, we all have emotions, we all have played games, does it matter if there sinner or saint.
What about you, what about me. Does it matter who we can be? Can you answer me?
Feeling or Pain
Feeling words can never compare
feeling of despair
desperate cry for something that hasn’t been consistent
all that is or isn’t
taking one day at a time
blacking out the battle in my brain
holdibg back trying to restrain
but like clock work something has to give
even if it’s my sanity for a bit
bites scratches cooling down the burning in my brain
seems like a smooth ride on an L train
looking at the trees and mountains
looking at the night sky and the moon
wishing and praying for you to just push through
fighting everyday because your children are worth all the weight
knowing you survived the worst
just to deal with you mentally left broken in pain
but the heart is so full and pure that this cycle is broken
no more can it withstand fleeting burns
instead hides to ice up the wholes from seeping through
knowing this love is more than me and you