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someone just gave me a tip and that just gave me a blip of hope and a quote ran across my mind, the one that sand- polished me  and it seems that someone re-quoted that back to me, its a fact it said "and from your ashes you will rebuild you will rise and you will rebuild yourself from scratch and you will be stronger than before" well the quote's a little modified here but well that's just my habit   but just a while before my emotions tore me apart but that and a little encouragement start- ed things and i'm grateful to them   #promise (for the encouragement) #p_bro (for re-quoting that thing back to me) -yakaa: jujaa P.S. the original quote is "and from your ashes of your weakness shall rise your strength and you will rise again; stronger than before"

my palms sweat like i've lost a bet and my body shivers and my left hand quivers short breaths and a sharp headache but it all begins with the most simplest of things like a stammer of words,  like noticing the quirks but the most irritating thing is the soft voice that sings the lullaby of my own demise, add blurry eyes  to the list and that kiss of my demise begins to start leaving me asking questions like "what the hell am i supposed to do?" so i switch over whenever i can #criss(the switch over part) (#promise...don't worry this shit is a part of me) -yakaa: jujaa:

I'm not afraid of all those shapes that i see in the dark, not afraid of the dog that barks but i feel too much every emotions such as anger, happiness, calmness and sad- ness, too much to bear and that tears me apart everyday and i might say that I'm strong, THAT I am but not enough to stand tall before myself, i still need some help to relieve myself of those feelings like steeling them and caging them for a while, like a temporary stoic style but seeing some people makes me wanna break my facade; that i am strong like an adamantium car but I'm not... not enough... (just had a debate with #promise last night about this topic) -yakaa: jujaa: