striving

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Now my path to success is guided but I feel as though i'm blinded.Blinded by others trying to make me suffer, while my future was just trying to buffer.
Now my path to success is guided but I feel as though i'm blinded.Blinded by others trying to make me suffer, while my future was just trying to buffer.
6 torn cardboard walls hold distant memories- hah, more like serrated puzzle pieces with razor sharp edges, stabbing one another yet fitting perfectly - yet willingly accepting the nerve wrenching pain and sudden discoloration of their o
If the world were to crash and burn, And all life ceased to exist. What would be my biggest concern? What one thing, I could not resist?   With not a caring soul or a comforting sound
I am me. Past, present, future is me. Shaped, pushed, pressured. I may not be who I thought I would be at this point in my life, but I am getting there. Each day,
When I feel like I am just playing the part,  I turn and listen to the rhythym of my heart. Each beat lets me know I am still alive,  Every day I have a reason to strive.  Life has a terrible beauty,
Waiting, quietly behind this sheet,
  Ali, I don’t spend much time with you and I don’t cuddle enough. I do unendingly work. And sit at my desk. And maybe, once in a while slide in for a kiss when you nudge at my legs.
I'm lost. I'm lost and I don't know where to go from here. I'm being battered by the whirling chaos that is my mind. I'm doing things that I never thought I would. 
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