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never take life for granted for once you do it will come back around and fuck you over
18/june/2006
She 'n' He
She loved him so much
He didnt see it
She comforted him in bad times.
He is still greatful for all she has done.
He doesnt know what love is anymore.
He abused the person most close to him, for he was scared she would get to close to him.
She let him into her heart without a question or a second thought,
He hurt her so many times, he knew what he was doing, but he didnt known how to stop it happening.
She tried to help him see and realise his mistakes and make it right.
He realised his mistakes and the pain he had caused , but it was to late, the damage was already done.
She now mourns the loss.
He now wants to say so many things, but she has heard them all before, inturn she wont belive him when he says those words.
She st ill cares for him.
She still loves him.
He cares to much.
He hates himself for what has happened.
He just wants to die.
She wont hurt him, because she is to kind.
Now she has learnt and he has learnt, but what have they learnt, you answer that question.
BLESSED BE
friends is all u need to l ive life happily so make some
Questions?
Questions so many.
So little time.
why?
when?
how?
what?the four main things we ask.
we already know the answers so why do we ask.
it is, because we want to know if our question has a real answer.
if we can comprehend the answer then we can understand what it is we asked.
how do i know this, i know this, because i listen and learn, but the difference is i write about it. why, because i want people to know the truth
BLESSED BE
written:7/11/05 by patrick scott
HEAD TOPPER
BY:Patrick Scott
WRITTIN:21/12/05
OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD THESE WORDS COME WITH THE AID OF MUSIC.
THE MUSIC HELPS CHANNEL THE FLOW CALM THE MIND AND FEED THE BRAIN NEW AND INTERESTING BITS OF INFORMATION THAT CAN BE TWISTED AND MUTATED TO FORM SENTENCES AFTER SENTENCE.
SOON BECOMING A STORY OR SONG OR ESSAY.
NOMATTER HOW OR WHY IT FORM IT MAKES A GOOD PEACE OF WRITTING FOR PEOPLE TO MARVEL AND EVNY AT.
EVEN IF IT IS A SHIT PIECE OF WRITTING SOME ONE OUT THERE MAVELS AT IT AND WISHS TO WRITE LIKE THE PERSON WHO WROTE IT AND THEN SOME OF THOSE PEOPLE MAKE IT A GOAL.
AND ONLY A SELECTED FEW FROM THAT LIVE OUT THEIR DREAM.
BLESSED BE
this poison runs deep through my veins.
dulling my vision and perception of the world.
voices and sounds twisted into a mess not knowing when it will stop.
wishing how log it will take untill i finally take my last breath and coke on my own words .
brake the pen/pencil i hold to write these words.
the thing thing that caused this poison to enter my body is,
is listening to the world .
listening to poeple speek there mind feeling there stabbing words and bullets of crititism pirce my heart and soul.
i never thought it would happen but it did one of those bullets poisoned me.
now it is killing me slowly.
i need to be cured but with no cure in sight i only see death comming.
this poison is called hate.
hate swallows a person engrossing them and morphing them into somthing unimaginable.
i was told once by a man of great faith and religion in god "that if u hold hate in ur heart u hold no compassion for the rest of the world let it go son let god deal with those that do u wrong cos he will deal them".
At that moment i didnt know what he ment , but as i grew i realised what he said was true.
it lives inside me growing every day i hear some one complain about there troubles and strife.
IT IS CALLED POISONS JUST A SMAPLE OF WAT IS TO
COME FOR MY SITE AND AN EXAMPLE OF MY WRITING FOR PPL TO SEE
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