When I stepped out of my dorm this morning I was pleasantly surprised at how nice the weather was (since it's been fairly cold). And with my day I went to the library to find a nice quiet window seat and read. Then I went on a roughly three hour walk with a friend. It was a good day, but I couldn't help but wonder how it would have felt if I were a child again. Back when the colors were brighter and new days were still new.

I'm led to the realization of how I'm becoming an adult, like it or not, and I will be inevitably replacing the generation that raised me. All the love, the "angel food cake and fresh goose eggs" is to be only a memory, and it will be up to me now to return the love I've been given. But the good old days have started to wash away.

Your situation is sad, and really you're the last person to deserve it in your shoes I'd probably be dealing with it worse than you. If it were my mother I'd be devastated, because she's the one who raised me and brought the majority of happiness I've had in my life. The realization that such an aspect of life could be mortal and vulnerable scares me to death. I love the lines
"and trembling proof that the mortality of the mind is to be feared
greater than the mortality of the flesh."
In the end we keep nothing but our souls. As much as you are afraid to, you can't stop looking inside of yourself, because in life the ONLY thing we have control over is our outlook. Everything else will change. People come and go. What is build will inevitably fall down. But you will always be who you are, and for you I see someone very special with great potential to get what you deserve out of life. Don't be afraid. I believe in you.
When I saw on the deviations that you had posted poetry I smiled. I'm happy to read your work again.

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"When it rains you get wet, if you live in a parking lot"
- Mike Nesmith

Well written and creative. I don't know much about poetry, but this makes a good enough story. However, profoundly depressing, though I imagine that's the purpose of this piece. The point of all writing is to get the reader to emote with the people in it, and since the person in the poem is feeling aprehension, fear, and sme despair, I would say from my own feelings that you've succeeded in writings true purpose.

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The bitches love me cause they know that I can rock
The bitches love me cause they know that I can rhyme
The bitches love me cause they know that I can fuck
The bitches love me cause they know that I'm on time
- MSI, my theme song

Amazing as usual... I've already talked to you a bit in person about this one, so I'll save my commentaries. (Plus, I'm really tired right now... it's 3 am)

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Most women look for a knight in shining armor, I'm looking for a werewolf.

<3 Kai

The idea of it being up to us to pass the love on... it made me a little bit less angry about growing up; like maybe I don't just have to get bitter and feel cheated, heh.

And you're very right about me being afraid; I'm trying hard to let myself look.

And.. its so hard to convey this in text. I wish we could just end up at a coffeehouse somewhere or something, so I could look you in the face and tell you that it really does mean something when you say you believe in me. I'll fight my hardest to believe in you; it trickles down that way, I think.

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“A man destined to hang can never drown.”
Regina Spektor

Thank you very much! That means a lot coming from you, hon, and it makes me feel good that I can speak the feelings through the words.

Thanks again.

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“A man destined to hang can never drown.”
Regina Spektor

maybe some day on the other side

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"When it rains you get wet, if you live in a parking lot"
- Mike Nesmith