Not only did I not write this for you, but I wrote it for myself. I figured it was about time I started thinking for myself. You can spend your whole life trying to please other people, until you realise the only person who has to live with those decisions, those choices, compromises and sacrifices is yourself. So this is the beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning. This is where it starts.
Thursday, 16 June 2011
Not Much Else.
I write about what makes me tick,
What makes me beat or blink faster.
I write about what gets under my skin,
What I let willingly or unwillingly in.
I write about what gets me excited,
What builds or breaks me...
ignited.
So when I all I can write about is you,
Its really no wonder.
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