When somebody loved me, everything was beautiful.
Every hour we spent together, lives within my heart.
When she was sad, I was there to dry her tears.
And when she was happy, so was I.
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I was on shuffle this afternoon, when she loved me, everything
was beautiful. But my brothers and I are all right about not
giving a fuck to these affairs. Then again, maybe aside from the
cardiovascular exercises, push ups and chin ups, we do betray
how we speak. It is strange, therefore I'd like to push myself to
limits my physical cannot attain. Then bleed from the stress,
sweat from the veins that pump emotion which I lack at times.
But I am tired, and I cannot lift the weights that weigh on me.
Perhaps, it is a far away goal that keeps me alive. I spent an
entire afternoon alone at the gym, for lunch and sitting around
like I had company. It was therapeutic and it created opportunities
for me to realise that I am taking things to harshly; yet the events
that occur, situations that arise do not seem to understand my
downfall. Over and over, nothing appears to get better. While I
am not yet at the peak of this low, maybe the worst is approaching.
chill-
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