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Sirjohnm339
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modragonmaster
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I don't define my life, by my lifestyle. I am looking for someone that knows what he wants and not just curious. I am looking for all the cliche type of things. Honesty, Commitment, Loyalty, Trust.
Not really looking for a weekend type Dominant. Not looking for just a bedroom Dominant. It's the mental aspect I am looking for, not just the physical aspect. The combination of BOTH, is what I crave. You either have it or you don't. It doesn't matter how many years of experience you have. It's something inside...something you know...something you won't compromise for anyone or anything.
If you e-mail me and your nick is liculong, makucum, y_eater or any of the ever so clever nicks that some of you come up with, I will be one of the ones, that you think, Why won't they return my e-mail?
If you think that your best "feature" is your willy, pee pee, cock or dick and it's in the picture of your e-mail to me, please read the above paragraph.
If you don't want to be "tested" or have "your" limits pushed, then why would I want you to do the same for me. You will be tested. You will be pushed. How will I know what is real. I don't know everything and while I have been in the lifestyle a little over 10 years, I am still learning.
I'm a foo foo girly girl type.
I read a lot, where people say, they don't want anyone with "baggage" Good luck my friend, EVERYONE has baggage. The key is where they store it. I have baggage. I have been hurt, lied to, cheated on and could personally write a book on all the screwed up things that I and others have caused in my life.
When I enter into a relationship, I am not entering into the relationship thinking..."This may be fun for a while" If I "enter" into the relationship, I am marching in with my eyes wide open.
I won't be jaded on the past boo boo's that have happened into my life. I won't enter into the relationship thinking, "crap, I hope he doesn't do the same things that the other one did"
I enter into the relationship thinking with an open mind, heart and soul. I have done some pretty crappy things to others as well. I have cheated, lied and manipulated with the best of them.
What God has given me though, is the courage and the strength and wisdom, to know of the hurt and pain I have caused others. In that same wisdom, God gave me the heart to forgive those that wronged me and best of all, he has allowed me to forgive myself.
I am a submissive, with a strong personality. Some times, both sides get together for some very bratty times. But I know in my heart of hearts, that "The One" for me, will see past this and help me.
I am very honest in my thinking mind that sometimes pours out of my mouth. It has not always worked well for me. I have become very good at learning to remove my foot from my mouth.
I want a REAL relationship. Life Partners and all the sappy stuff that goes with it.
I read another quote on anothers profile once, that went something like this. "Disagreeing on something is not just confrontation. It is the forefront of communication"
I will expect "The One" to let me know when something isn't right. But he better expect the same out of me. After all, we are humans. You weren't born a Dominant and you wern't born a submissive, no matter what all the lovely books say. You were born a human being.
Communication may hurt. It may be painful. If you keep running from things you don't want to hear, then the only thing you will end up hearing is your head, hitting a brick wall.
Now, to some of the juicy stuff. I won't suck your cock in public. I won't display myself in public. I won't say things, do things to boost your Dominant ego or have all the boy's in the "Dominant Club" think you are just GRAND!
What I will do, is submit to you. Love you. Stand by you. Be there for you. I will let you rant and rave, just so that you are heard. I will defend your honor to the last breath. I will not disrespect you in public and hopefully (fingers crossed) in private either.
I am looking for someone that want's a relationship.. One that is real. One that matters. One that can get on such an emotional level, that intimacy just drips from every pore.
I want someone that will take care of me and I them.
I'm not a 10, but I clean up pretty well. Looks are important, no matter what they say. It's what attracts us, or at least most of us.
Come find me in the Lower Midwest Room. I'll be the one greeting everyone, kinda like the Walmart greeter...
One day my Prince will ride in on a White Horse for me. It's the crop that worries me.
I won't long for what "might" have been. Regret won't waste my life again!
Argue for your limitations and you get to keep them.
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I always wondered why women (and some men) always had to "have" someone. Didn't they ever enjoy their alone time?
Now I'm on the opposite end. I always wonder why I am alone. I am tired of alone time. I want someone.. |
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In everyday life, we are asked to do more and more with less and less. In our personal lives, we are paying more for gas, groceries, clothes EVERYTHING.
In our careers and places we work, we offen hear.."What can we do to make our customers feel more appreciated for spending their dollars with us"? "What can we do to improve the service we provide to our customers"? "What committee can we form from our leadership teams to improve the way our customers view us"?
"What can we do to improve profits"? "Who can we cut or get along without to help flow money to the bottom line"? "Where is the break down in the standards our companies set for us to help us deliver the type of customer service that was given 10 years ago.
Something I learned from my former employer is VERY valuable and it's not fucking Rocket Science. "TAKE CARE OF YOUR ASSOCIATES AND THEY WILL TAKE CARE OF YOUR CUSTOMERS" It's just that simple. We have less people in the work force than ever before.
What use to be 2 Managers and 2 Supervisors to run a department successfully is now done with 1 Manager. Or 1 supervisor. I get it. I understand the bottom line. Less overhead equals more profit. I'm not so jaded that I don't understand that we work in a business that is set up for profit.
Companies have to make profit to the Owners, Banks and Franchisee's. Done. Got it. But what about human profit? By this I mean emotional profit. Is it not easier to invest in our associates for a larger pay-out? When did the lack of simple human compassion end. When and why did we learn to stop saying "Thank You, I appreciate what you do here"?
It's costs absolutley nothing. Not a penny. It won't take away from your bottom line. It won't show you as weak. It will start a savings account in the minds and emotional welfare of your associates. There are some workers that can keep the smile on their face and keep walking through just doing their job. Just being comfortable working their scheduled hours and collecting a paycheck.
There are the workers that have been in one position 10, 20, 30 years and they become "just compliant" they don't complain. They don't give feed back. They don't suggest. They don't get involved. They just exsist.
What about the workers that don't have the constructive ways to put things. The ones that can't express themselves as well as others. The ones that speak matter-a-factly and are viewed by others as "complainers" Trouble makers. Noise makers?
Some think rather than "listening" to the complaining, the bitching, rants and tantrums of that worker, you don't have a grasp of your department or area. Others think that if you listen to the compalining, the bitching, rants and tantrums and pull something out of it to act upon, then you are rewarding bad behaviour.
Not everyone can express themselves in a sunny, cheery positive note. People want to be heard. Workers SHOULD be heard. You may not like or agree with everything that worker is saying, but you know. Inside. There are often valid points. Do you just shrug that off and make them feel un-important?
When I began my career, I remember a Manager telling me (and I'll never forget it) "If you are going to be a good Manager of others, you will HAVE to let go of the hourly or line associate mentality" I didn't agree then and I don't agree now. I went to college, but I didn't get a degree. I started as a part-time associate and slowly moved up the ranks.
I have worked at some point and time in every single department in my field of employment short of Maintanence. I can relate to the frustrations of the hourly/line associate. Been there. Done that. I'm all about making our customers NUMBER ONE. But I'm also ALL ABOUT MAKING OUR ASSOCIATES feel needed. Wanted. Appreciated. Making them feel I am glad you are here today" |
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Happy 2010 Thanksgiving to All......I am cooking for a traditional Thanksgiving for Kinksters. Good friends and good food. Only thing I'm missing are the hand cuffs and flogger. To be used on me of course.....
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Waiting on the Movers. I really hate moving....I washed my cell phone and now it's going to be until Wednesday before they ship me another one. Totally sucks...But...at least I will be in a house now. I will probably need to drug my two little persians as they DO NOT LIKE CHANGE! |
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If I'm going to be a whore and act like a whore.
It will only be for you.
The whore in me needs to whore for you. |
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I understand that Scissors can beat Paper, and I get how Rock can beat Scissors, but there's no fucking way Paper can beat Rock.
Paper is supposed to magically wrap around Rock leaving it immobile? Why the hell can't paper do this to scissors?
Screw scissors, why can't paper do this to people? Why isn't notebook paper constantly suffocating students while they take notes in class?
I'll tell you why: because paper can't beat anybody; a rock would tear that shit up in 2 seconds. When I play rock/paper/scissors, I always choose rock.
Then when somebody claims to beat me with their paper I can punch them in the face with my already clenched fist and say, "Oh shit, I'm sorry. I thought paper would protect you, you asshole!" |
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Seriously. Easter Day and not ONE tanning place open? The malls are open. places to eat are open. I am almost positive the Easter Bunny will NOT go tanning today. He is sweating his nuts off taking pictures with all the curtain climbers. |
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Ever here.."Hi, I'm so-n-so, I'm a Dom. Makes me want to take an ice pick and stab them in the eye. Course, could be just PMS also...<shrugs> |
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You could be my unintended
Choice to live my life extended
You could be the one I'll always love
You could be the one who listens to my deepest inquisitions
You could be the one I'll always love
I'll be there as soon as I can
But I'm busy mending broken pieces of the life I had before
First there was the one who challenged
All my dreams and all my balance
He could never be as good as you
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Michael Vic:
OK, some may say look, he did his time. He
paid for the "FELONY" he committed. I just saw on the news that the Philly Eagles voted him to recieve the Ed Block Courage Award.
Vic gets boo'd when he goes on to the field. He is rarely asked a question by the media regarding his talent and lets face it, Vic has talent. Not that I'm a football genius or anything, but the man is talented. But the media typically will ask a question regarding his felony on Illegal Dog Fighting.
So let's say that Vic did pay his time for murdering innocent dogs. Watching, betting, clapping, cheering while the dogs were mutilated by other dogs. Let's say he did serve his sentence in prison for letting the losing dogs die in pain. Or that he shot them if they lost.
What kind of man or even human being can watch animals tear off pieces of skin. Down to the bone. Watching as a dog tears off an ear or takes out an eye of another dog. What kind of human can hear the pitiful yelps, cries, screams from an animal that is so bloody and tore up, that he can't even defend himself. Much less profit off of the entire thing.
Poor Vic. Poor multi million dollar Vic. What a "courageous" courage envoked Man he is. His teammates think he has the courage to be able to take all the critism, booing, heckling from fans and the media.
I would like to see the dogs that he tormented and hurt pick him apart. I would like to see the muscle hanging. I would enjoy seeing the bones from the gashes that the dogs chewed off of him. I would like to see a finger ot two laying on the ground.
I don't want Vic to die. I just want him to feel inside the fear those dogs felt. The pain they felt. Then I will think about forgiveness. Fuck him. He is a pathetic waste of breath. |
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Middle Aged Immaturity:
When you reach an age that is considered "middle age" one would think that the maturity level reaches a point where games need not to be played.
That isn't always true, is it?
There are those that have reached the middle of the age cycle that just don't get it. They say that women mature at a faster rate than Men.
That is always true either.
Grow up you silly fucktards. Get over yourself. Know what you want from YOURSELF before envolving other people in a quick run by Dom/sub frenzy.
While I think that people that are somewhat new to the Ds life can get the grasp of understanding the mental and physical part of that world. Sometimes you just need to pour a tall, frosty glass of "Shut The Fuck Up".
I have to take a sip ever so often myself.
Stop acting like children and think before you speak or type |
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I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. |
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You who are so innocent
You who are so pure
Show me your heart
Give me your heart
As I have given you mine
You are filled with your own
Self righteous sense of self
Your hypocritical ways
Your cruel and kind nature
Let me hurt you
You who are so glorious
Knowledge of your own charm and wit
A mirror, you own
And self possession
Amongst your fortunes
You that wreak havoc on my emotions
And claim that you didn’t
Naïve, ignorant yet so
Calculating…manipulative
Machiavellian may I call you?
You whom I love for no
Apparent reason
Tell me why it is
That I can do so
And hate you so much as well?
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They used to use urine to tan animal skins, so families used to all pee in a pot & then once a day it was taken & sold to the tannery..........if you had to do this to survive you were "Piss Poor." But worse than that were the really 20 poor folk who couldn't even afford to buy a pot...........they "didn't have a pot to piss in" & were the lowest of the low
The next time you are washing your hands and complain because the water temperature isn't just how you like it, think about how things used to be. Here are some facts about the 1500s:
Most people got married in June because they took their yearly bath in May, and they still smelled pretty good by June.. However, since they were starting to smell . .. . brides carried a bouquet of flowers to hide the body odor. Hence the custom today of carrying a bouquet when getting married.
Baths consisted of a big tub filled with hot water. The man of the house had the privilege of the nice clean water, then all the other sons and men, then the women and finally the children. Last of all the
babies. By then the water was so dirty you could actually lose someone in it. Hence the saying, "Don't throw the baby out with the Bath water!"
Houses had thatched roofs-thick straw-piled high, with no wood underneath. It was the only place for animals to get warm, so all the cats and other small animals (mice, bugs) lived in the roof. When it rained it became slippery and sometimes the animals would slip an and fall off the roof. Hence the saying "It's raining cats and dogs."
There was nothing to stop things from falling into the house. This posed a real problem in the bedroom where bugs and other droppings could mess up your nice clean bed. Hence, a bed with big posts and a sheet hung over the top afforded some protection. That's how canopy beds came into existence.
The floor was dirt. Only the wealthy had something other than dirt. Hence the saying, "Dirt poor." The wealthy had slate floors that would get slippery in the winter when wet, so they spread thresh (straw) on floor to help keep their footing. As the winter wore on, they added more thresh until, when you opened the door, it would all start slipping outside. A piece of wood was placed in the entrance-way. Hence: a thresh hold.
In those old days, they cooked in the kitchen with a big kettle that always hung over the fire.. Every day they lit the fire and added things to the pot. They ate mostly vegetables and did not get much meat. They would eat the stew for dinner, leaving leftovers in the pot to get cold overnight and then start over the next day Sometimes stew had food in it that had been there for quite a while. Hence the rhyme: Peas porridge hot, peas porridge cold, peas porridge in the pot nine days old.
Sometimes they could obtain pork, which made them feel quite special.. When visitors came over, they would hang up their bacon to show off. It was a s ign of wealth that a man could, "bring home the bacon." They would cut off a little to share with guests and would all sit around and chew the fat.
Those with money had plates made of pewter. Food with high acid content caused some of the lead to leach onto the food, causing lead poisoning death. This happened most often with tomatoes, so for the next 400 years or so, tomatoes were considered poisonous.
Bread was divided according to status. Workers got the burnt bottom of the loaf, the family got the middle, and guests got the top, or the upper crust.
Lead cups were used to drink ale or whisky. The combination would sometimes knock the imbibers out for a couple of days. Someone walking along the road would take them for dead and prepare them for burial. They were laid out on the kitchen table for a couple of days and the family would gather around and eat and drink and wait and see if they would wake up. Hence the custom of holding a wake.
England is old and small and the local folks started running out of places to bury people. So they would dig up coffins and would take the bones to a bone-house, and reuse the grave. When reopening these coffins, 1 out of 25 coffins were found to have scratch marks on =2 0 the inside and they realized they had been burying people alive. So they would tie a string on the wrist of the corpse, lead it through the coffin and up through the ground and tie it to a bell. Someone would have to sit out in the graveyard all night (the graveyard shift.) to listen for the bell; thus,someone could be, saved by the bell or was considered a dead ringer...
And that's the truth...Now, whoever said History was boring ! ! ! |
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Light Travels faster than sound. That is why some people appear bright, until you hear them speak. |
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The most addictive feeling in the world is that between panic and arousal.
The feeling that submitting to overpowering lust will bring you pleasures you never dreamed of…... |
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I think we all have our own desires and wants and needs of a perfect relationship. This is totally just MY thoughts on what I would like.
I know that I will never, ever want or need a 100 percent vanilla relationship. It just wouldn't work for me. I need my kink. I need to be Dominated. I need to be controlled. The cliff notes to this is, all within a safe environment. both physically and emotionally.
While I can't live vanilla 24 7, I can't live kink 24 7. There has to be a balance. I don't care how creative or the imagination is of any Dominant and or sub, if it is always ON, everyday, ever hour, every minute, you will eventually run out of things to be kinky about.
Or you will have to raise the bar so high to get your kink addiction, that you will more than likely enter the realm of things wayyyyyyy outside your limits.
My picture perfect life is, to stop working eventually. This is not to sponge off of a Dominant or because I am lazy, it's because I think my perfect life is kinda like a 1950's Household. In my opinion, it's work to create a smooth running home.
Him aka the Dominant is head of the House. Her, aka the submissive runs by his rule. I want to clean, cook, do the laundry, plan the meals and make a home for BOTH of us. I want him to feel his happiest there with his little slut.
A kinky June Cleaver kinda and yes, I want Ward to be a little hard on the beaver. The youngins might not get that sentence..
I am a woman first and foremost. There may be times that I would want to meet him at the door on my knees, with mouth open to service his cock. But I don't see me doing that 7 days a week. If I did, what would be special about it?
I want to serve him his Dinner and even be allowed to cut up his food and feed him, complete with wiping his mouth. But if I did that 7 days a week, what would be special about it.
There has to be a balance...Ds vs Vanilla. I am a bit on the lippy and mouthy sides at times. As I mention in my profile, it doesn't always serve me well and when out of line, I would accept punishment. But there will be times that I just ain't gonna give. Period......I am a human and I don't want my thoughts or ideas stepped on like a bug. I insist on respect from my Dominant towards me as well.
There had to be something in my personality that attracted a Dominant. I am not a doormat and will not be treated as one. Ever. Being a strong submissive is not for every Dominant and I understand that. Communication is one of my strengths and I use it often. I have a brain as well and know right from wrong.
I will not be used by a Dominant to flex his muscle to all. To show that he knows how to keep his submissive in line. Or to do things specifically to show others what an obedient slut he has.
Training by a Dominant with his submissive is VERY important. But I stopped show and tell in kindergarten.
It's the subtle show of obedience that I like. To sit at his feet, on my own. To serve him, on my own. To want and do for him without Him always asking is my goal.
Don't get me wrong, I need the times in the dungeon. I need to feel his use of me. I want to be used as his dirty little whore and I also need and WANT to be pushed to do the things that may embarrass me or things that I am not comfortable with. But always where I know I am safe, emotionally and physically.
I know also that I am a bit of a pain slut...let the world beware. But at the end of the session, know that I am still going to be breathing and all body parts are right where he found them at the beginning of the session.
Are these things unrealistic? fairy tale? |
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I got a candle
And I've got a spoon
I live in a hallway with no doors
And no rooms
Under a windowsill
They all were found
A touch of concrete within the doorway
Without a sound
Someone save me if you will
And take away all these pills
And please just save me if you can
From my blasphemy in my wasteland
How did I get here
And what went wrong
Couldn't handle forgiveness
Now I'm far beyond gone
I can hardly remember
The look of my own eyes
How can I love this a life so dishonest
It made me compromise
Someone save me if you will
And take away all these pills
And please just save me if you can
From my blasphemy in my wasteland
Jump in the water
Jump in with me
Jump on the altar
Lay down with me
The hardest question to answer
Is why
Why
Someone save me if you will
And take away all these pills
And please just save me if you can
From my blasphemy in my wasteland
Someone save me
Someone save me
Somebody save me
Somebody save me
Please don't erase me
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A priest, a rabbi, George W Bush, Osama bin Laden, Hillary Clinton, Rush Limbaugh and a duck all walk into a bar.
The bartender looks up and says 'What is this, some sort of joke?" |
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I know you well.
you are a part of me.
I know you better than I know myself.
I know you best,
better than anyone.
I know you better than I know myself.
You don't judge.
You can't speak.
You can't leave.
You can't hurt me.
You're just here for me to use.
I know you best,
better than one might think.
I know you better than I know myself.
It's time for you
to make a sacrifice.
It's time to die a
little.
Give it up.
You are a part of me. |
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"Surround Me"
They say no man's an island but I tend to disagree
I guess they've never seen my island,
And where it lies at sea
I'm lost inside my memory.
I'm still in disbelief.
If I could paint a picture for you this is what you'd see
I'm down on my knees
Begging you to rescue me
Please stop me
Don't let me run
Surround me...Surround me...now
A wounded man sounds desperate when he's lost all his belief
Can you look into my eyes and say you won't betray me
We're running out of time
How precious time can be
I'm counting all the moments of the times you could have helped me
I'm down on my knees
Begging you to rescue me
Please stop me
Don't let me run
Surround me...Surround me
I'm down on my knees
Begging you to rescue me
Please stop me
Don't let me run
Surround me...Surround me
Surround me now
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My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
He smiled at me on the subway.
He was with another woman.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, he caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
He could see from my face that I was,
Fucking high,
And I don't think that I'll see him again,
But we shared a moment that will last till the end.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you. |
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For 3 weeks, she sleeps
Through the rain
I've gotta try, to keep her dry
Or I'm out of ways
Self books, love cooks
Steel her away
Through you know, and where ya go
All in a day
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Excuse the mess, I didn't see you from behind
I caught a glimpse, but the reflection's only mine It's almost like I'm paralyzed and locked outside myself.
What I don't need is to concede because I won't be someone else
I am not perfect and I don't claim to be
And if that's what you wanted
Well then I'm so sorry
How about a better version of, the way that I am How about a better version that, makes me understand How about a better version of, the way that I am.
The way I look, The way I speak,
How about a better version of me
Excuse the wall, I put it up from time to time
A silver shade, and the design is all mine
It's just a maze that everyday I seem to be stuck in It never seems to fade away but I pray for the day it ends
I am not perfect and I don't claim to be
And if that's what you wanted
Well then I'm so sorry |
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What do I do to ignore them behind me?
Do I follow my instincts blindly?
Do I hide my pride from these bad dreams
And give in to sad thoughts that are maddening?
Do I sit here and try to stand it?
Or do I try to catch them red - handed?
Do I trust some and get fooled by phoniness,
Or do I trust nobody and live in loneliness?
Because I can’t hold on when I’m stretched so thin.
I make the right moves but I’m lost within
I put on my daily façade but then
I just end up getting hurt again
If I Turn my back I’m defenseless
And to go blindly seems senseless
If I hide my pride and let it all go on then they’ll Take from me ‘till everything is gone
If I let them go I’ll be outdone
But if I try to catch them I’ll be outrun
If I’m killed by the questions
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| Age: 25 |
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