Never seen so much pain... How am I still standing? The strength in me have vanished like smoke. I don't know how I'm still standing firm on my feet and not sinking. Maybe all the strength haven't left me. Even when I'm far you always seem to get a tight grip on me. You know that its my weakness cause you keep doing the same thing and you see the reaction & you get pleasure just seeing it. I've yet to master my emotions to just become cold towards you. You doubted me so many times but yet I've risen above your standards. I'M'POSSIBLE & don't you forget it. Though the pain cease, you come out of nowhere and cut through wounds that never healed. I'M'POSSIBLE!!!
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'I write because I know how, it’s how I breath, it’s how I know. It’s my weapon of all weapons, drawing the silver linings to clouds, giving pictures a meaning and colors definition. I write because I think, I think too much and do too little. It is within my burning soul to write and somehow find answers in between those lines. To tell a story, maybe a survival story , maybe to record that I was here and I too somehow made up this universe during my time. Let me write… let me breath. ' Amanda
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Pa janm bliye!
Tout pawòl ou pale yo, ap rete nan memwa mwen malgre ou panse m'ap bliye. Ou mande'm sa'm panse lèfini ou pa vlé tande'm. Ou pa menm konnen sa ou vlwe. Pa di'm ké mwen pat janm la pou, se mwen menm ki te la le'w t'ap kriye jiskake je'w tounen rouj. Pa janm bliye ke se kè'm ou t'ap fatige. Men ou pa besyen pè... mwen ap leve tèt mwen komsi anyen p'at rive. Pa janm bliye ke se mwen menm ki te toujou la.
Copyright (c) 2009 All rights reserved.
Copyright (c) 2009 All rights reserved.
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