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whats your story
whats your story
well I'll just start here n end some where totally different I guess im good at doing that for some reason I can get pretty spacy sometimes I tend to jump around allot the energy sometimes is off the walls that's my personality I guess. well im gonna start off by trying to tell a story is not a great story it just is one. im not really a story teller but im trying to find my story. I mean everyone has a story some people just don't know it yet other people just don't know how to express their story I can use the most conventional way. which is writing but I express my self other ways too everyone has an outlet of expression be it sex working out painting whatever a story can be told in many different ways its not just the obvious you just have to figure out along with the story what it is your trying to express. everyone has their own personal account of life and the type of shit its fed them. some have enjoyed the taste others have spit it out. well here is a story kind of not really just a message maybe to someone that didn't know they had to read this up until this very second. I was born in someplace on some day of some year that really existed in this real future I couldn't say what month it might have been but it was surly a month when rain wasn't a surprise. it was dark on that day the rain clouds where not of the happy nature the weren't harsh either they were just sad they were mourning something that happened that late evening but surly it was no day to rejoice to the heavens. it was no day of beauty well guess it wall all depend on your definition of beauty. well sure enough I knew that this day was cursed this day of birth and death will be a blessed day if this first one was so dark and cold I can only imagine myself passing on a sun shiny day one that can only be described as beautiful even by the blind well depending on what your definition of beauty is I guess. well as a child I was so awake to reality to alive really. I knew more of my life then than I do know. I had to learn fear and death it wasn't something I was born knowing. I didn't have to except either one it just was . I am who I am and I am what I want to be. because life and death have no real importance to those who appreciate eternal existence. it used to be simple and it can be imagination is the key to happiness well not for everyone I guess but you have to be willing to simplify things and be happy use your imagination to create positive things out from the negative that's all I want say write now maybe ill finish the story if I learn something new if it serves a purpose it shall be done. I hope no one thinks this is negative it is supposed to be fun and happy I hope you like it . img leaving you for know but ill write you a poem here's a pretty poem peace,.
Living in a closed casket the security of a child's blanket. six feet down in the ground, hoping im deep enough now. warm in my bed of dirt. no joy, no pain, no hurt. no more except the iridescent light in my eyes. no darkness no day no mistaking passing of days. at last everlasting peace & quite for eternity. eyes open eyes closed no difference here. no sound no love no laughter no fear. nothing seems so hollow, nothing reminds me of tomorrow. no friends no more, no more to loose no more to hold. no gain. but the passion remains. how have I squandered life how I thought I was free. but never have I been so washed away n clean. no more nothing no more something my time to pass has pass. we all knew it would never last. we hold our tokens of remembrances. carry all the broken hearts we missed. sweetness in darkness oh sour taste of lost bliss. part today past gone apart from here with this kiss. true to the words and heart never lie while I lie. remember my story of glory my life meant something before I died. well thank yo for reading this n I would love comments good or bad I can take it. im a fuckin man honest and true n anyone that rights should be honest and true. thank you again talk soon bye.