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    dots Submission Name: ready to livedots
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    Author: XxMusikJunkiexX
    ASL Info:    18/f/ny
    Elite Ratio:    2.85 - 109/134/39
    Words: 375
    Class/Type: Poetry/Happy
    Total Views: 1026
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       optimism with an edge ;-)


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    Sometimes you need things to go horribly wrong,
    In order to come out a little bit stronger,
    Some days she wakes to find her innocence crushed,
    But she knows that her pain will last a little bit longer,
    She stands on a ledge where the bay hits the dock,
    A cool summer breeze hits her a bit close to home,
    She closes her eyes and then let’s go of her breath,
    She‘s been asking to much from her now broken soul,
    She can see in the water how far she’s come,
    It’s pretty damn hard to stay in the darkness forever,
    But something still plagues her unconscious thoughts,
    She’s tied to a past that she can’t seem to surrender,
    The silhouette buildings contrast the enlightened black sky,
    A strange sense of peace comes from knowing your loved,
    She throws her head back as if she could scream,
    She wants to know just how deep silent blades cut,
    They’ve claimed that they can bring her absolute perfection,
    But in truth, they don’t even know it themselves,
    He says, “just look for the ideals us humans demand,”
    He’s told her to just look inside of herself,
    She wears her anger like an old pair of jeans,
    The scars are hers in both shame and pride,
    They remind her of the way rock bottom felt,
    For once, she’s fully aware she’s alive,
    The past few years play in the back of her head,
    A horror movie with a hint of teenage angst,
    The lessons she’s learned will help guide her through,
    She wonders how long growing up will take,
    Life isn’t what she thought twenty-four hours ago,
    Her excuses just don’t feel right anymore,
    It’s time that she leaves the comfort Hell brings,
    And embrace what she’s told will bring her to normal,
    She’s sorry she's cried so many wasted tears,
    But somehow she knows it helped her realize the truth,
    Life is a complex but possible journey,
    And it can lead to places she’s never dreamed she would go,
    She inhales deeply to make sure she’s awake,
    She feels deep inside her will to live ignite,
    A faded spark has now turned to glowing hot passion,
    And she’s finally ready to go out and live life…




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      Nobody commented on this because it's to much to read for some.

    This was really cool almost describe everything I gone through to achive happiness.
    | Posted on 2004-11-28 00:00:00 | by armand | [ Reply to This ]
      i cant honestly believe that no one has commented on this... this spoke to me big time... it actually yelled JAYDE THIS IS YOUR LIFE! like woah... ive come to the place where i wanna live again and sure ive prolly cied wasted tears but then are they really wasted? maybe nothing is wasted coz everything is a foundation and a platform to build everything else on... like giant bits of Lego...
    i reals liked the lines about unable to surrender the past and also the wanting to scream but instead finding out how deep the blades of silence cut... wow... and sure she has her scars... from cutting, from brokenhearts and stupid boys, from silence, from whatever it may be for her but those scars are forever souveniers of rock bottom, of where shes been and what shes been and i guess everytime one looks at scars or memories or whatever it inspires one more when they see how far they have come and just the whole new chance to live... i just FULLY love this... awesome!
    | Posted on 2004-10-07 00:00:00 | by Someones Epiphany | [ Reply to This ]


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