someone mentioned your name today. It wafted over to me like the smell of spicy perfume - pleasant at first, but one that stings in the long run. My subconscious picked it up, without me noticing and, I must admit, it took me a few tenths of a sekunde to dig up your file in my brain. I seemed to forget who wewe were for that short amount of time. For that brief, innocent period, I was unaware. The name could have been from years and years ago, it could have been a name I had aliyopewa to a puppy many years back, the name of a plush toy, the name carved in a bus stop bench. A name that I had known, but never had I connected with a human being au a face.
An abrupt twist brought me back around, down to Earth, back to reality. The brain has a tendency for remembering crimes and pain. To make things clear, I am not me. If my name got caught in your ears, you'd think of a shadow. You'd remember a person, now gone. You'd think of her, but it wouldn't be me. The same name. But not me at all. And wewe should know, I hate myself right now. There is a chemical eating me up from the inside. The chemical not being guilt. Having a similar aspect to it, but being much deeper, much zaidi complicated. But nevertheless, I do tell the truth. I hate myself like a child from a divorced family hates one of their parents. The feeling of betrayal. Me betraying myself. Turning out unexpectedly and incorrectly. Doing the wrong things, taking wrong turns.
I was on the right track for a while. I truly was. And I imagined the rest of my life running smoothly. I thanked for every day. I was grateful. I was happy. I was determined. The future looked right. I had things to look mbele to. Not you. Things other than you. Much deeper, much zaidi complicated. I was a girl on the right track. The girl, ticking off her To-Do lists, was aware of what needed to be done. She was proud. She walked with her head raised. I am not her. I have already ruined almost half of what I worked so fucking hard for. I know what you're thinking, sweetie. "You can still get back." wewe can still find the road wewe were on and keep pedaling. This is just a rock. A bump on the road to hold wewe back. But not to stop wewe completely. And I pray that you're right. That wewe know what you're saying. Because it's wewe we're talking about.
An abrupt twist brought me back around, down to Earth, back to reality. The brain has a tendency for remembering crimes and pain. To make things clear, I am not me. If my name got caught in your ears, you'd think of a shadow. You'd remember a person, now gone. You'd think of her, but it wouldn't be me. The same name. But not me at all. And wewe should know, I hate myself right now. There is a chemical eating me up from the inside. The chemical not being guilt. Having a similar aspect to it, but being much deeper, much zaidi complicated. But nevertheless, I do tell the truth. I hate myself like a child from a divorced family hates one of their parents. The feeling of betrayal. Me betraying myself. Turning out unexpectedly and incorrectly. Doing the wrong things, taking wrong turns.
I was on the right track for a while. I truly was. And I imagined the rest of my life running smoothly. I thanked for every day. I was grateful. I was happy. I was determined. The future looked right. I had things to look mbele to. Not you. Things other than you. Much deeper, much zaidi complicated. I was a girl on the right track. The girl, ticking off her To-Do lists, was aware of what needed to be done. She was proud. She walked with her head raised. I am not her. I have already ruined almost half of what I worked so fucking hard for. I know what you're thinking, sweetie. "You can still get back." wewe can still find the road wewe were on and keep pedaling. This is just a rock. A bump on the road to hold wewe back. But not to stop wewe completely. And I pray that you're right. That wewe know what you're saying. Because it's wewe we're talking about.
Everyone has a red glass window.It's called your heart.People's windows differ from others,some windows are shaded out and don't let any light come in and than there are some windows that are open to whatever goes pass their them.
Is your window open au closed out?
Would wewe let the air in if wewe had the chance?
My window has been open for quite some time and the same gush of wind keeps coming in and I've grown to upendo and need that one breath that air gives me.But that gush of wind I've grown to upendo sometimes easily breaks my window with it's power.But yet can easily fix my window up again with it's strength.It is a constant fight between letting that gush of wind in because I'm afraid of the wind breaking my window once more.But that same gush of wind I'm so scared of but yet upendo so much,loves me as well but that wind can spread far.Far enough to other people's windows as well.
Always an constant fight between the wind and the window!
Is your window open au closed out?
Would wewe let the air in if wewe had the chance?
My window has been open for quite some time and the same gush of wind keeps coming in and I've grown to upendo and need that one breath that air gives me.But that gush of wind I've grown to upendo sometimes easily breaks my window with it's power.But yet can easily fix my window up again with it's strength.It is a constant fight between letting that gush of wind in because I'm afraid of the wind breaking my window once more.But that same gush of wind I'm so scared of but yet upendo so much,loves me as well but that wind can spread far.Far enough to other people's windows as well.
Always an constant fight between the wind and the window!
bila mpangilio Song au Poem au Something
So um enjoy. Idk wot this is but whatev :)
I'll Break this Spell
I’ve lived my life in shadows
Walking at your pace
I couldn’t see that wewe were so shallow
I was too mesmerized kwa your face
Now I can see
All that you’ve done to me
I’ll break this spell
That you’ve put on me
Ever so easily
I won’t treat wewe well
After all it’s me
That you’ve messed up completely
I’ll make wewe pay hell
If that’s what will set me free
If it’ll set me free
So um enjoy. Idk wot this is but whatev :)
I'll Break this Spell
I’ve lived my life in shadows
Walking at your pace
I couldn’t see that wewe were so shallow
I was too mesmerized kwa your face
Now I can see
All that you’ve done to me
I’ll break this spell
That you’ve put on me
Ever so easily
I won’t treat wewe well
After all it’s me
That you’ve messed up completely
I’ll make wewe pay hell
If that’s what will set me free
If it’ll set me free
I feel like I have always known you
We’ve always been so close but
wewe look away
wewe tell me that wewe upendo me
But your eyes say something else
It shouldn’t be so difficult for me
To turn away
Chorus:
Every time we talk at night
Every time wewe make me feel alright
When wewe say goodbye
wewe say you’ll think of me all the time
I know it’s a lie
And I’m slowly breaking
I’m slowly breaking
Somehow wewe just cannot see
The way I smile when wewe look at me
Are wewe completely blind?
Cuz’ I’ve aliyopewa wewe all the signs
That I upendo wewe
Chorus:
And now I’m falling apart
You’ve gone from my life
I can’t take it anymore
My new best friend is a knife
What wewe were to me
Made me complete