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Imora Thea Mi Savur- God Save Me From Love

 Now that I have this to write out my story I lose my train of thought....

It's crazy how im always sad, and I hate it. I feel hurt at every little thing and it leaves me broken all the tine. I don't want to be strong. I don't care about being smart. I don't wish for a mircale. I just want to be happy, someway...somehow. Is that to selfish to ask for?

Well my story, is complicated. I don't think it is possible to fit so much info in one little text box. Though there are so many people who feel the same and have the same hopes and dreams as me. I'm never unique. I guess thats why I love quotes, because its everything I want to say, but already said I just have to copy and paste.



 My Life in quotes that I love and inspire me:

May you never steal, lie, or cheat, but if you must steal, then steal away my

sorrows, and if you must lie, lie with me all the nights of my life, and if you

must cheat, then please cheat death because I couldn't live a day without you.

If your troubled by anything, please come to me. If you don't mind me helping you, i'd do anything for you :)

A bird may love a fish, but where would they live?

"I am the most tired woman in the world. I am tired when I get up. Life requires an effort I cannot make. Please give me that heavy book. I need to put something heavy like that on top of my head. I have to place my feet under the pillows always, so as to be able to stay on earth. Otherwise I feel myself going away, going away at a tremendous speed, on account of my lightness. I know that I am dead. As soon as I utter a phrase my sincerity dies, becomes a lie whose coldness chills me. Don't say anything, because I see that you understand me, and I am afraid of your understanding. I have such a fear of finding another like myself, and such a desire to find one! I am so utterly lonely, but I also have such a fear that my isolation be broken through, and I no longer be the head and ruler of my universe. I am in great terror of your understanding by which you penetrate into my world; and then I stand revealed and I have to share my kingdom with you."
 

with each day, i know i cant say goodbye with each night i think about you while im awake and

all the time i know i cant say much for your sake, you never loved me that way

“I want to say somewhere: I've tried to be forgiving. And yet. There were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. Ugliness turned me inside out. There was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. I courted it. It was standing outside, and I invited it in.”

I know that in my head but my heart cant keep up

“So many words get lost. They leave the mouth and lose their courage, wandering aimlessly until they are swept into the gutter like dead leaves. On rainy days, you can hear their chorus rushing past: IwasabeautifulgirlPleasedon’tgoItoobelievemybodyismadeofglass-I’veneverlovedanyoneIthinkofmyselfasfunnyForgiveme….

There was a time when it wasn’t uncommon to use a piece of string to guide words that otherwise might falter on the way to their destinations. Shy people carried a little bunch of string in their pockets, but people considered loudmouths had no less need for it, since those used to being overheard by everyone were often at a loss for how to make themselves heard by someone. The physical distance between two people using a string was often small; sometimes the smaller the distance, the greater the need for the string.

The practice of attaching cups to the ends of string came much later. Some say it is related to the irrepressible urge to press shells to our ears, to hear the still-surviving echo of the world’s first expression. Others say it was started by a man who held the end of a string that was unraveled across the ocean by a girl who left for America.

When the world grew bigger, and there wasn’t enough string to keep the things people wanted to say from disappearing into the vastness, the telephone was invented.

Sometimes no length of string is long enough to say the thing that needs to be said. In such cases all the string can do, in whatever its form, is conduct a person’s silence.”  

 

Not all who wonder are lost 

“Thinking of you where ever you are-

We pray for our sorrows to end
and hope that our hearts will blend
now I will step forward to realize this wish-

And who knows
starting a new journey may not be so hard
or maybe it's already begun-

There are many worlds
but they share the same sky
one sky one destiny-”


“A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory... a far-off memory that's like a scattered dream... i want to line the pieces up... yours and mine.”
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