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Some relationships are paper
Easy to tear apart
And often thrown away
Still others are porcelain
Beautiful to look at
But shattered
The moment they're pushed
Off the top shelf
Where you stuffed all the
Problems
Because no one ever talked about them
But baby our relationship is superglue
Mending problems
We can take the porcelain and paper
Repair them
Make them gorgeous
And we are everlasting
Easy to tear apart
And often thrown away
Still others are porcelain
Beautiful to look at
But shattered
The moment they're pushed
Off the top shelf
Where you stuffed all the
Problems
Because no one ever talked about them
But baby our relationship is superglue
Mending problems
We can take the porcelain and paper
Repair them
Make them gorgeous
And we are everlasting
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It doesn't matter who has made you
It doesn't matter where you are
You could be born in China
Or nay other place, near or far.
It only matters what you do
And how you play the game
Of life itself, no easy task
To get to wealth and fame
Or perhaps you want a simpler life
Which is quite alright
But for both you must always work
Be it rain, snow, day or night.
We are only what we make ourselves
So let's get this straight right now
Don't listen to what others say
At the end be sure you can say...
Wow...
Care not for servants. traitors, sycophants and liars
Nor for life's many pits, trips, potholes and briars.
Focus on your chosen path and stick t
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aggressive, you tell your therapist,
he's always been aggressive.
you detail the storms you weathered,
the verbal battering ram,
the hammer that kept falling until
the nail fell into place.
"he never hit me", you're quick to assure,
but you do speak, eventually,
about the threats, about the way he towered
over you, above you, through you,
the ways he threatened to hurt you &
the time you watched her fly into a wall.
but, but, but, but, but
you don't want to be unfair to him.
his demons are sharper-clawed,
bigger, scarier, more sadistic.
yours are a children'
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I guess we're all alone in our minds
Alone in our hearts, in our
Hidden sufferings and cesspool of
Pain and confusion and longing
I wish I know what I'm doing this for
What im inflicting these on us for
it hurts to know that you won't know me
and i won't be there for you anymore
I'm sorry
and I don't think my sorry is enough
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"And we are everlasting." <3