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Real and What Is Not

These feeling's inside are so twisted and broke. Can't make sence of all the 
thing's I've spoke. I want to love but something inside fills me with fear, so I hide. 
Every time I love, it fall's apart. Not even sure what is in my heart. I say these 
thing's I think I feel. But not even sure if it is real. Not playing game's, though 
that's how it may seem. The thing's I do are like a bad dream. It's been a long 
time since I've felt right. Not sure of myself, can't trust the light. A withered heart 
will never be the same. To be a lover is just a name. Labeled a fool, messed up 
this call. Every time I stand I always fall. Every time I love, it falls apart. Not even 
sure what is in my heart. I say these things I think I feel. But not even sure if it is 
real. I left myself behind a long time ago. With everything I have done, I have 
nothing to show. I feel so empty, nothing to give. A hollow shell, but still, I live.  
Every time I love, it falls apart. Don't even care what is in my heart. I say these 
things I think I feel, but cant even tell if any of it is real. Every single time.

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Jasonpoet Boyd Date: 3/5/2011 5:59:00 AM Wow Kevin I felt every word of that. I have been there. You can find what you need to. Just look inside by starting with what you say. listen to yourself and then look inside and be willing to hear what you don't want to and willing to see what you don't want to and then be willing to change what you don't want to. I hope you find your peace. Login to Reply