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Sydney Marie Apr 2014
Its going to be okay I told myself.
But what is 'OKAY'?
When the world finally stops?
When the resists stop being first choice?
When a permanent smile is the only thing that shows?
I don't know what feels like to be okay.
But I know what it feels like, when I don't feel like crap.
And when I don't think about him, I don't feel like crap.
I feel, what I believe is to be okay...
Sydney Marie Apr 2014
Do things for you and no one else.
Eliminate try from your vocabulary and just do it.
Everyone has 20 seconds to do something courageous, use them daily.
Do something that scares you once a month.
Never give up.
Spite people, because people hate when you're happier then them.
Give yourself the satisfaction of living every day with no regrets.
Give only ***** to those who matter.

Live by these on a daily  basis. No matter how upset I get , or how lost I get these always stay with me. You will get out of this mess.
You always have and you always will.
Speech Talk (Rather my self-talk)
Sydney Marie Apr 2014
"Because you were madly in love with him? He was the person who made you feel safe, I don't know how to explain it but you know when you see someone who is  truly in love with the one they are with? You can just see it in their eyes, both of them. That's what I saw in you, every time you were with him or ever talking about him, it was like you were in a trance."
My before anyone else, who I miss so dearly, thank you for showing me how I act when I'm intoxicated by young love.

This was right from his big, blunt heart. xox
Sydney Marie Apr 2014
When you fall in love with a boy,
you fall in love with love with the curves of his shoulders, the angles of his collarbones.
You fall in love with the color of his eyes and the softness of his lips.
You fall in love with his cheekbones, you fall in love with every eyelash, every freckle.

You fall in love with everything.
I don't want to take full credit, because I did get this from my tumblr URL user, who I follow. However, it has been a while since I wrote this, so it might be slightly different then what she had wrote.
Thanks for understanding,
- To the person who wrote this
Sydney Marie Apr 2014
I have all these secrets that shouldn't be shared.
Secrets shared are then turned into thoughts, regrets, even wishes.
No matter how fast my head spins, how hard my headache pounds.
I can't share what's needed to be said.
To anyone, not anyone.
I mustn't, I can't.
Secrets need to be kept hidden and shall be remained until reviled.
Sydney Marie Apr 2014
My throat closes and my eyes water.
My legs can't hold my body and my hands tremble.
My mind scatters and the only thing that's clear is how sharp the knife is and how cold it is against my skin.
The darkness overwhelms me as the ruby red line runs down my leg, down my arm, down my stomach.
The silence drowns out the music and puts much more emphasis on how fast and hard my heart pumps blood through my body.
My fingers go numb as the knife falls from my hand and as my limp body falls to the river below.
Sydney Marie Apr 2014
Forget his name, you must forget.
You murmur in your sleep.
Forget his face, try even through closed eyes.
Forget his touch, one that you miss so.
Forget all the times you shared.
Forget the feelings he made you feel.
Forget his words, all those promises still unkept.
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