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What of it?!
Posted by The Persistant Observer
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6:24 PM
So I've come to realized that...
Common courtesy is dying
Like seasons, life with people changes
Hearts will break, with or without a shield
Happiness cannot be imitated
Time does not heal all
Love is a force and often an acquired taste
The tunnel only has a light if it's bright on the outside
Pain is a gift
Passion brings you past the limit
Masks rot over time
Roses only smell sweet when they bloom
Some books can be judged by the cover
Mirrors are a terrible resource
Tears cleanse better than sleep
Fear is an education
Dreams can't change the world
Change only works until change, itself, is modified
Life would cease if our Hearts were never broken
Life is a funny thing. It'll point a gun at your face and tell you everything is going to be ok after it has already stabbed your friend in the back and fell in love with your parents. It will water your Grandma's garden right before it burns down the farmers crops. It's not a river you can flow with, a train you can ride, or a wind you can fly on. It's a hurricane, a drunken soul, and a confused heart. What you make of it, or allow it to be made into determines what you learn!
Common courtesy is dying
Like seasons, life with people changes
Hearts will break, with or without a shield
Happiness cannot be imitated
Time does not heal all
Love is a force and often an acquired taste
The tunnel only has a light if it's bright on the outside
Pain is a gift
Passion brings you past the limit
Masks rot over time
Roses only smell sweet when they bloom
Some books can be judged by the cover
Mirrors are a terrible resource
Tears cleanse better than sleep
Fear is an education
Dreams can't change the world
Change only works until change, itself, is modified
Life would cease if our Hearts were never broken
Life is a funny thing. It'll point a gun at your face and tell you everything is going to be ok after it has already stabbed your friend in the back and fell in love with your parents. It will water your Grandma's garden right before it burns down the farmers crops. It's not a river you can flow with, a train you can ride, or a wind you can fly on. It's a hurricane, a drunken soul, and a confused heart. What you make of it, or allow it to be made into determines what you learn!
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