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Its been sometime.
What part of ourselves do we keep hidden behind a smile?
If you could read every part of your life, your past and all your little nuances.
What part of that book would you rip out? Forget it ever existed.
Surely you wouldn't choose to forget the moments that make you who you are.
But there are moments where the sheer monster of yourself
IS so real and definate and bitter and beautiful
that it leaves you shocked, heart beating so fast or barely beating at all
wishing you could freeze time, take it back or protect yourself.
And you know that all you have to do is make it to another day
Flip the page -or better yet; rip it out
Then you could go on.
You could choose who you're going to be
- Nobody is perfect after all.
Tell yourself about all the things that will make you happy;
Go after them and keep moving
Because the only person you have to convince is yourself
And once you do that, well then you've got everybody fooled.

The Analytical Dreamer