life is supposed to be a beautiful thing, and i can't hate it, i just can't, hate is the absence of love, and i think i've been trying to find love in all the wrong places, in other people, in guys or friends or school, or tv shows, or even music, but any love those things can provide is temporary, it'll never be the love i need to truly see life for what it is, i think that love has to come from myself, and go to myself, i hope in realising all this that i stick with it, i think i need to step away from certain things that aren't making me see how beautiful life is, or that are bringing me temporary love.
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Until she was happy
PoesíaHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
