Shit happened, and as much as I used to hate it, now I'm over it.
People ruined me but someone ruined them, so fuck hating them.
Hatred centres around a single point and forgiveness is woven from all angles.
It's so hard to forgive that we forget to actually live.
Life has happened but who am I to hate it? I shouldn't be taking it the easy way out (hating), only stupid people take the simple route, I should give myself a kick and just forgive.
Fuck being annoyed at everything, just get over it. Use that annoyance to learn to relieve your stress in a healthy way.
Forgiveness is hard for even the easy-going, so it doesnt go on to be easy for many.
I'm still over-coming some things but I will forgive in the end, who the fuck cares about how hard it will be?
I know what I see from me, why judge someone else for it?
Not everything is black and white but forgiveness is always going to be right.
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The First Fifty Pages Of Me by Nailinthewall
PoetryThis is all the weird things I think and what I will never say. And my personal journey in my last year of school.
