M
07.01.2016Katılım
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You better lose yourself in the music
The moment you own it you better never let it go, oh
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
Cuz opportunity comes once in a lifetime, yo
B
06.11.2011Katılım
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The trouble with wanting something is the fear of losing it or never getting it. We are willing to suffer to die for the things we care about, for love, for the right choices, because of her, I have solved the case, my case, all of it, who I am ?
I was already so far past the point of no return I couldn't even remember what it looked like when I had passed through it. If I have made it something different, it wouldnt be me, it would be someone else looking back, asking different set of questions.
Maybe they're not there to be beat. Maybe they're there to be fought. Maybe fighting them is what makes human beings so remarkably strong.
We cling to what is gone. Is there anything in this life but grief? There's love. There's hope, for some. There's hope that you'll find something worthy ... that your life will lead you to some joy ... that after everything, you can still be surprised.
Is that enough? Is that enough to live on?
B
06.11.2011Katılım
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Hope... I shaped my life on hope. But it's not the solve. I fell in love with a girl. Telled her but didn't get an answer. This is so sad.
Dreams have a nasty habit of going bad when you're not looking.
The past is a gaping hole. You try to run from it, but the more you run, the deeper, more terrible it grows behind you, its edges yawning at your heels. Your only chance is to turn around and face it. But it's like looking down into the grave of your love. Or kissing the mouth of a gun, a bullet trembling in its dark nest, ready to blow your head off.
Love hurts.