i don't know where i belong
i don't know where i went wrong
but i can write a song
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how to be yourself / how to deal with the world
1. breathe in
2. breathe out
3. don't dwell on bad days. these are unavoidable. forget them and move on
4. be kind to the people around you, whether or not they deserve it, before they have a chance to disappoint you
5. forgive them when they do disappoint you
6. choose carefully who you allow to hurt you
7. don't dwell on how you've been hurt. picking at old wounds won't make them heal any faster
6. do your best, nothing less
5. hope for the best, expect less
11. don't rely on other people to make you happy
12. don't explain yourself to other people expecting them to understand
13. don't feel obligated to explain yourself
14. don't feel that others are obligated to be interested in you
8. don't worry about not being what you aren't
9. forget about impressing other people
11. stop using semicolons
10. focus on being what you are, not what other people expect you to be
11. don't believe everything you hear
13. practice identifying people who recognise and appreciate honesty
14. be honest with these people
15. don't take yourself too seriously. learn to laugh at yourself
16. look for and learn to see the humour in every situation
18. create / adopt / cultivate a set of key principles to live by and live by them
17. take advantage of every opportunity to put others first
11. breathe in
12. breathe out
13. repeat
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what do you want?
what do i want?
yeah
that's a deep question. um world peace?
what else?
a stable life. a stable job. a wife, two kids.
don't you want to be remembered
nah, not really. i'd like to be good at what i do
you'd make a great housewife
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For there he stands, the ambassador from the kingdom of sighs, the chosen favorite of the realm of suffering, the apostle of grief, the silent friend of pain, the unhappy lover of memory, in his memories confounded by the light of hope, in his hope deceived by the shadows of memory. His head hangs heavy, his knees are weak; and yet he seeks no support save in himself. He is faint, and yet how powerful: his eyes seem not to have wept, but to have drunk many tears; and yet there is a fire in them strong enough to destroy the world, but not one splinter of the grief within his breast. He is bent, and yet his youth presages a long life; his lips smile at a world that misunderstands him. Stand up, dear Symparanekromenoi, bow before him, ye witnesses of grief, in this most solemn hour! I hail thee with thy title of honor: The Unhappiest Man!
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the young sun so high
and calmly dying holds close
the pale skinned blue eyed beauty
who stares down at her endless
feet gently sighing as his lips caress her neck
and cheek. basking in her lover's glory
she begins to glow as he drinks her in
slowly she slides off her dress and
lets it fall around her feet
with one last long strong
fiery kiss the sun
is gone
her skin
is pink
