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My Dear we're slow dancing in a burning room |
Saturday, March 5, 2011, 1:00 PM
There is absolutely nothing anyone can say to the people who can no longer stand. Anything you say will only make it seem a bit more painful to think about. This can only be a poor imitation of a novocaine that you'd like to push deep into your veins, inject it constantly until your blood flows out and only numbness runs through your system. Disappointment has many names and faces but this probably takes the cake. It's only a feeling and no one deserves to be torn away from existence by it. So here's to the hurt and to the inevitable crush that lingers on in all of us; breathe in, breathe out, and walk on, cos I know for a goddamn fact that no piece of paper is going to fucking define what kind of person I've been for the past 19 years, nor is it going to pin down and pave a way for the person I'm going to be 19 years from now. The effort does not define the result because the effort has already defined you. The blood, sweat and tears you put in is enough to tell you what you are and what you're worth, whether or not a fucking piece of paper is going to agree with you, because at the end of the day, when everything in life comes full circle, you'll look back and smile and see that it was always worth the fight and realize what all that time was for. And nobody, no matter how impressive an academic qualification, can stand in front of your face and take that away from you. Don't lose the heart you have cos god knows you deserve to hold on to who you know you are. |
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