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He was the strongest, the bravest, the most the best. No man could compete with him. He didn't just set the bar, no, my dad was the bar. He could do no wrong in my big youthful eyes.

When I became a teenager, my dad was nothing but wrong.
His expectations: wrong.
Means of discipline: wrong.
Opinions of my boyfriends: wrong.
And it was hard to understand how a man of such great stature could take such a fall. Especially to such a smart daughter like me, who was above the petty "ugh, my parents suck!" complaints of a typical teen. I, who searched for a higher understanding, could not possibly be at

Secrets ExposedHello to the reader whom is taking their time to read this.
I am merely writing this to express how sad, alone, and pathetically worthless I have been feeling.
Often, mostly during the night hours, I start to warp deep into thought and usually end up in mass depression. How I keep ending up in this state of mind is not so much of a mystery as I like to portray it to those I tell. To start off my explanation, I shall tell of today (Jun. 12, 2013).

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RepetitionWhat's the point of a heart?

That it beats with all of its might within your ribs, pounding at your lungs until you can't breathe? That it stops every time something bothers the weakly firing neurons up past the rivers of your veins?

What does it pump through your weary limbs but the icy cold blood that's trudging from your broken valves? They weep and sigh and cut themselves off in a tragic mobius twist. And without an end, what purpose does that familiar slamming and throbbing have?

Just to remind you that it's there, one would think.

Or maybe the point of the heart is to bleed what it receives. To keep the fluid flowing. Just to keep t

Godly Relationships 7: Shared ValuesIf you're still searching for Mr. or Mrs. Right, be patient, be prudent, and be picky. Look for someone whose values you respect, who behavior you approve of, and whose faith you admire. Remember that appearances can be deceiving and tempting. And when it comes to the important task of building a lifetime relationship with the guy or girl of your dreams, pray about it!
If you happen to be one of those very lucky ones who has already fallen madly in love with the same wonderful person who has already fallen madly in love with you, say a great thanks to the Matchmaker in heaven. But if you haven't yet found a soul-mate who honors both you and G

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Why do you like me?
Why do you love me?
You could have a million other girls, I’ve seen them look at you, so why me?
What’s so good about me?
Nothing.
I’m so ugly.
Why don’t you go off with someone who’s beautiful?
No, I don’t want you to leave me but I want you to be with someone who is good for you.
The only things that are beautiful on me are these lines.
All these red lines.
I’m so sick.
No I don’t like doing this but…
I guess I have no answer actually.
I walk to the bathroom and quietly close the d

AffectionI miss affection.

I miss having the off chance of being hugged or even kissed when the moments were right.

I don’t like that it’s been so long since I’ve had that.

I think I deserve to have it, but I don’t get it.

I mean, we’re all human, we’re supposed to be able to thrive on social interaction and occasionally have meaningful relations through touch.

But I never got that out of either of my parents.

My father always asked why I recoiled back when he’d touch me or go near me; it’s because
I wasn’t used to him actually reaching out to me that way.

My mother was worse at it; I can c

Animal Rights Quote 4True human goodness, in all its purity and freedom, can come to the fore only when its recipient has no power. Mankind's true moral test, its fundamental test (which lies deeply from view), consists of its attitude towards those who are at its mercy: animals. And in this respect mankind has suffered a fundamental debacle, a debacle so fundamental that all others stem from it.
~ Milan Kundera

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When they refuse to fall
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Assaulting my eyes
As I try to forget.

I wake, like a brick wall
It's there in front of me,
Even in dreams,
I cannot escape.

Surrounded by people
I still feel lonely,
Drowning, suffocating in
The tormentor's shroud.

They don't see me,
I'm not even there.
Not really.
The happiness ended long ago.
I cannot reach the air above.
Sinking, falling, leaving.

Will I ever be visible again?
To even myself?
The cruel mirror lies,
It's image of an empty shell,
Its not me.
I'm not there.
I am broken.
Save me.
Please.

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AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

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Every time I am near you, my heart beats faster and faster. You always make me happy when I'm down, and I thank you for making my life enjoyable. I love how amazing you are, and how you always bring a smile to my face. Your hugs are warm, your kisses are sweet. I love you with all my heart, and all my soul. Truly, words can not express my love for you. I am glad to have such an angel for a girlfriend, for she is beautiful, smart, funny, and pretty much amazing at everything. If your life was ever in danger, I would save you in a heartbeat. You have done so much for me, and I can't thank you enough. It would take me over a decade just to thank you for all the amazing stuff you've done for me.
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Father

My father is an ambulance. One of those old ambulances, the ones that have seen everything and are still running perfectly. The ambulance has faded paint, and numerous scratches that it has made little attempt to cover. The ambulance does not try to hide what it has done, and the things it has seen, but it does not go and broadcast such knowledge either. It simply drives around, and helps. Its interior is worn, and obviously well used. The tools and bandages are all arranged neatly in their spaces, well secured so as not to fall or get stolen. The seats in the cab are plain leather. Sturdy, long lasting, and strong. Constantly going around lo

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Turn it off.

It's the silence that eats away at your battery ripping into your bronze armor, drinking your oil.

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The silence.

But it is never truly silent.

Every file is being analyzed, the gears are turning in your head as the machine belches smoke consuming the wilder land of your inner solace. Everything that has ever made you happy is no

Embersthe embers die
darkness murders the shadows
stretch
shake blood matted fur
snear
only cut deep enough
to prove life

lope forward
trail branches
continue forward
my own path
nothing to fear
dull vision through the gaze
of the broken

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Hey, do you remember that girl who was beat to death by her best friend? Yeah, she was so nice, she always tried to donate to charity. No one took her money though, because she was gay.

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Queer.

Hey, remember that soldier? Yeah, he was taking care of thr

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by ~Tifa-Amy-Lockheart, Nov 18, 2010, 2:25:43 AM
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A year ago today.
Two years ago today.

I know that you still live.
You live in me.
I can feel you.
In the wind.
Kissing my cheek.
I've missed you for so long.

You will always be a part of me.
This song, was always our song.
I'm singing it now.
Now I feel like I can't hold on.
And I'll sing it as I cry myself to sleep.
Maybe it will comfort me.
Maybe you will set me free.

My skin bears the memories of you.
'In Loving Memory of,
The one that was so true.'
I never met anyone kinder.
Never met anyone more beautiful.
And.. even if you're gone,
You still mean the world to me.

We both knew what alone meant.
Until I met you.. then I think we forgot..
You were always there for me.
I tried to be there for you...

I come home now, and its not the same.
Because I had to take your picture off my wall.
I couldn't keep crying... every time I walked in.
My room feels empty and alone..
I can't believe you're gone.....

I know, now you're free from your sorrows.
But I still love you more and more each day.
Please stay here with me still.

All you did, you did to its fullest,
And always found the meaning in everything.
Maybe you always will.

Despite all of this,
I still feel the guilt.
If I had answered your call,
I know... I could have saved you.
I knew it was getting greater.
Growing stronger.

That urge.
The panic.
The last. _{desperate. _attempt.}
To leave it all behind.

Now I don't know what you think of me.
I wish… have you forgiven me?

Because I do know;

It was all

my

fault.

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Just because, it was always our song. Our song, and your last.

You promised me, that if I went first, you would sing this at my burial. Unaccompanied. I promised you, that if you went first, I would sing this at your burial. Unaccompanied. Now you can't fulfil that promise. ~ Today was the first time I sang this song again..

R.I.P. Imogen
1994-2008

_{We truly had, the best of times.}

Megan Thomas
10.11.10

A.N. - Please do not ask me questions about Imogen. Few people knew we had contact, and this is the first time I have ever said anything about her "publicly."

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~JonathanBridge Mar 14, 2011

Two years is only the blink of an eye - you need to give yourself time and space to grieve and know, however hard it is to believe now, know that it will get better. It does. I promise.

In the meantime, think on this; if she believed it was all your fault, she would have left you but you still feel her and still know that she is with you. Love like that doesn't come with blame; it's not possible.

Peace. x

~Tifa-Amy-Lockheart Mar 23, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you so so much.
I hope it does get better.

~JonathanBridge Mar 23, 2011

It will - thanks for replying.

x

~Tifa-Amy-Lockheart Mar 23, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Pleasure

*crayonmaniac Mar 13, 2011 Professional Digital Artist

so tender so strong

~Tifa-Amy-Lockheart Mar 13, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you so much

~FireChic86 Jan 24, 2011 Student Writer

Omg..

I'm so sorry. I finally had a minute to read this piece and.. I'm sorry.

It's beautiful though. ^^

~Tifa-Amy-Lockheart Jan 24, 2011 Hobbyist General Artist

Thank you so much..

~FireChic86 Jan 24, 2011 Student Writer

Yup!

~DifferentOnTheInside Jan 13, 2011 Student Photographer

Oh my days, I just cried! I LOVE YOU MEGAN, so much!

we need to talk! *HUGE HUG* xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

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