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Do you remember running? I mean really running. With the wind in your hair just        Running. Do you remember reading? Reading and reading. Just filling your brain       Exploring. Do you remember yesterday? Living and breathing? Do you remember being       Alive. Do you remember being in love? The stolen glances and the butterflies? Do you remember your very first time?       Loving. Do you remember? Or is your brain wiped away with the waves of time. Do you remember….. do you really remember?       Me.

Your betrayal broke my frail heart nonstop. Now blood red tears fall like dancing raindrops. My cries of forgiveness were screamed out loud, But your dark heart laughed darkening the cloud. Now I'm alone with this haunting old tale, of a male who left a girl chasing his trail.

Sleep, School, Failure, Home, Love, Hate, Life, Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. STOP! I can't handle this life This never ending cycle. It makes me want to fall to my knees And SCREAM. STOP! Look at me! Notice me! Stop judging with your busy eyes in a world so full of lies. STOP! Stop this circle! This life where no one gives a damn! NOTICE ME before I SCREAM. Because one day you will See ME!

You've gotta appreciate the earth shattering romatic. The ones who love those sappy movies, being in true love, and making wishes on Shinning Stars. Or the nature freaks, treehuggers, that cry that the end is near. And don't foget the good doers, the teachers pet, the ones with there hands folded and pencils lined up and ready to go. The believers and the proud who fight to be different. The average have to love the different. In this cookie cutter world.

It drug me down, good and deep, into a hole, no one would seek. I became lost, not a way out, living life, not seeing what's about. Trapped in a lie, that life was all him, him by his words, but that's all what has been. Being in this trap, this endless hole, I became stronger. As though I had to pay that toll. Now that I'm free, I'm just starting to see, It's okay to be me, and that's all I want to be.

I am the loud but hidden girl. I wonder about the sheltered thoughts of others. I hear the butterfly's wings flapping in crushes stomachs. I see lies flicker behind smiling eyes. I want to comfort the people in pain. I am the loud but hidden girl. I pretend to be the one altering lives. I feel the pain others sense. I touch the inner tears we hide. I worry that individuals are in agony. I cry for those who hide in a crowd. I am the loud but hidden girl. I understand not everyone can be blissful. I say it is something the whole world should fight for. I dream of a life full of smiles. I admire those who strive to help these peop

On a bright moon midnight this darkness is smothering me. This pain so real; so alive. Killing me softly. Holding me down, pinning me in a world, where blackness covers me, masking my eyes. But faith must show. It must come through, and shine by the darkness, in which my mind drew.

On and off. On and off. Love or lust. Pain or trust. Why him, Why again. Why love someone over and over. Is it real, is is fake. I run back to him. He runs back to me. When is it considered over. When is it considered on. Love or lust. On and off.

Fat. Over weight. Chubby. All mean the same damn thing. UGLY. To stop. To diet. To run. To STARVE. Never enough. Never strong enough. Never pretty enough. Never PERFECT. A lie they tell. To make girls go crazy. To be perfect. Size 0. A joke. Yet we all want it. Yet we all cry for it. Yet some die for it. Just to be Perfect.