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far away place

Contributed by eternityandaday4u on Thursday, 12th May 2005 @ 11:13:24 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

sometimes i go to a far away place in my mind where crying is against the rules and sadness is breaking the law.. but in that world i don't belong.. in that place i break every rule and i go against every law which means i go against every moral of this land... i want to be welcome there but i can't because i will only always be but a visitor in a far away land... you see it is because i am only human.. i can not walk around with a facade i can not sheild my self from sadness it is a part of life... it is a part of the human way... every one has sadness and every one cries... that is why this place can never exist.. because the people in this place are not real they do not have real emotions.. they can not do what i can... they have no drive, no ambition, no determination.. because for these people they do not know failuure therefore they do not know success either, because in order to succeed you must know failure.. they never search for any thing.. but they never find anything either... because in order to lose something it must be missed and if it was never missed then it was never lost.. they do not know the real power of love, they do not know the trials and tribulations that reality can show you... they are a made up fairytale.. the only thing this place has in common with reality is that people die but still there is no sadness only celebration... celebration for life... they do not know the effect death has on life.. then i realized that this place in only a place i made up to try to sheild my self from the grips of reality... the people in this place stand for memories... memories of friends, family, and foes, and the death of one of these people equals the death of a memory.. the death of a friendship or relationship...

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