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Memories are like a the reflection in a mirror. Except we look into the mirrors not to see our reflection but to reflect upon ourselves.

Our successes, our mistakes, our moments of laughter or failure. Each past moment has a place, a mirror that rests on our mind’s shelves.

Some mirrors are magnificent and treasured, others are trashed or even broken as we forget them. Regardless, we keep them on our shelves and acquire new mirrors.

No matter what mirrors we have, or what mirrors we wish to have but never get, we can never truly discard them even if one’s glass has a few stains or errors.

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Happiness is a glorified curve-ball Jesus Love

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Happiness is a glorified curve-ball Jesus Love

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Happiness could be the meaning for living, to find the beauty in the ugly, however
Happiness can make you promise something that you might regret later, however
Happiness could be the greatest feeling any human being can ever feel, however
Happiness is a curse, a curve-ball that makes you act out of character, however
Happiness is a curse, a glorified thing that every person is striving for, however
Happiness is a curse, a glorified thing that no one is striving for, however
Happiness can change your perspective of how you view the world
Happiness can cause people to kill
Happiness can cause people to love
Is happiness really that worth it?
No one truly knows

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Greed is a sin.
It consumes and festers. Setting one down a path, weltering.
It sparks a desire for more. To take from other,
But avarice is how she feel whole.

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The past is a sad trophy,

The way her dad left it was uncanny and unforgivable, there was a dog its name unknown the girls mom got it for her and,” that was a tragedy the dog was gone”.

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Her broken mirror of a heart

Covered with deep scars

It was torn apart

Now close off cover with bars

Her trust was broken

Now she is untrusting

Some many times she been left heartbroken

But because of him the bars are now rusting

Her scar were healing
The curse of 7 years had
The heart that he was stealing
Her broken heart was now suspended

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my future is a rugged wedding gown- destiny

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my future is a rugged wedding gown- destiny

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my future is a rugged wedding gown

i try to straighten

it still looks crinkled

i try cleaning it

somehow it still looks stained

okay i try to hang it neatly

it collapses

why do i bother

its unfixable at this point

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My Soul Was A Divided Wasteland ,  Tink Williams

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My Soul Was A Divided Wasteland ,  Tink Williams

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My soul was a divided wasteland .

A battle between good and evil .

A great battle between wrong and right .

Each answer deciding a different path .

My soul was a divided wasteland . The mind wanting  one while the heart wants another .

Will i really be effect with what is wrong and right ?

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Beauty is a maddening curve-ball of confusion- Sean 

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Beauty is a maddening curve-ball of confusion- Sean 

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The man that who is sought after by everyone still sees imperfections and flaws. The woman who tries to fix everything fails to realize what she is gifted with.

Nobody can meet the unthinkably high ceiling that is what beauty is.
Wherever someone goes,
they always fail to meet the mark of beauty.

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i gaze into the hand-me-down mirror
of death
as all my predecessors have before
i wonder not what trials it has in store
indeed, i think and wonder, nevermore
and slowly, slowly, i'm laid down to rest
the soft brown earth is cool beneath my back
and fading, my last thought fading away
i wonder if i ever will be back

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Heart of stone

Heart of stone

No emotion

No indication of caring

Blank face

Begging for a bit of reassurance

But get nothing back.

So we all tell him

What a heart of stone he has
but when he shows the side of him
oh what a beautiful sight it is
but still i say what a heart of stone he has

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Love is taught as happiness

Love is taught to be a gift,

Love is taught to be a beautiful feeling

That only some people get

Love is taught to be special

Love is taught that if you do not

Experience love then you

Have lived a sad life

I think if you haven't experienced love then

You’re One of the lucky ones

Love is an unspoken curse

Love is the worst drug of all

Love is painful

Love is depressing

Love is restricting

Love is an unspoken curse

Love is confusing

Love makes you do stupid things

Love can distract you

Love can break you

Love is an unspoken curse

Love can make you see the best

In someone even when you know

They’re no good

Love will blind you

Love is an unspoken curse

Love is taught to be so special

Love will make you think it’s worth it

Love will trick you into thinking

They love you too

Love is an unspoken curse.

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Gerniah | When You Told Me You Loved Me 

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Gerniah | When You Told Me You Loved Me 

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When you told me you love me you told me:

That you will care unconditionally for me

That even on bad terms you will be their for me

Even on days were I told you I hate you out of spite you still love me

That even on my most embarrassing moments you will still walk beside me

That even on days I feel ugly you will still love me

When you told me you love me you unspokenly promised me that you will love me through the good the bad and ugly

Love the Unspoken promise

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Time is a desperate wonder - Danielle Deavers

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Time is a desperate wonder - Danielle Deavers

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She wipes the hair from his eyes

She takes her time, goes slow

The tree of time has many leaves

She bathes him in their glow

She wonders what he’ll do in life

The things that he will see

The leaves are slowly falling

She wonders who he’ll be

Each leaf is filled with longing
With potential to be more

She has no doubt in her little boy
Even when she's gone forevermore

One day when he's older
He'll return back to this place

He'll catch the leaves falling to the ground
Try to keep them all in place

And yet time is a desperate wonder
Once started it cannot be stopped

What you do with it is up to you
And the memories in your heart

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They were very bright and happy over the truth, it was truly a blessing.

All of them were guessing,

Wondering if it had really been the truth.

But, in the end, it didn’t matter.

Because they were just very bright and happy about the truth.

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Hayden Sanders                                                     Memory is just as a bright wedding gown

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Hayden Sanders                                                     Memory is just as a bright wedding gown

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Just as a wedding day wedding gown is, bright and radiant, so is memory, ever bright and ever radiant. A shining light within minds, bright and radiant.