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Nobody’s perfect, No one ever will be, So how can you expect me, To become that, Everyone makes mistakes, At least once in their life, Nobody’s perfect, So how can i be?, You yell at me all the time, Saying i do everything wrong, You make me redo it, And still it’s not good enough, I wonder why you had me, Why do you keep me around?, I’m not perfect, Like how you want me to be, I try and try, Just to make you happy, But you don’t appreciate it, You never do, Perfect is a strong word, Nobody can be, How about gifted or talented?, Mostly means the same, But perfect means no mistakes, And no one could ever do that, Including me, So stop trying to mold me, Into something I can never be, Encourage me instead, To be what I want to be...
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| Every word cuts to the heart the conversations are ended before it even start Is this what you want? is this what i want? must be?
This is not a game This is LOVE one should be played The other affect I feel to hearts breaking . . .
Is this what you want? is this what i want? is this what i must be?
Every word cuts to the heart the conversations are ended before it even start Is this what you want? is this what i want? must be?
This is not a game This is LOVE one should be played The other affect I feel to hearts breaking . . .
Is this what you want? is this what i want? is this what i must be?
THINK ABOUT IT . . . . . . <|3 | | |
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In kindergarten your idea of a good friend was the person who let you have the red crayon when all that was left was the ugly black one.
In first grade your idea of a good friend was the person who went to the bathroom with you and held your hand as you walked through the scary halls.
In second grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you stand up to the class bully.
In third grade your idea of a good friend was the person who shared their lunch with you when you forgot yours on the bus.
In fourth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who was willing to switch square dancing partners in gym so you wouldn't have to be stuck do-si-do-ing with Nick or Smelly Susan.
In fifth grade your idea of a friend was the person who saved a seat on the back of the bus for you.
In sixth grade your idea of a friend was the person who went up to Nick or Susan, your new crush, and asked them to dance with you, so that if they said no you wouldn't have to be embarrassed.
In seventh grade your idea of a friend was the person who let you copy the social studies homework from the night before that you had.
In eighth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pack up your stuffed animals and old baseball but didn't laugh at you when you finished and broke out into tears.
In ninth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who would go to a party thrown by a senior so you wouldn't wind up being the only freshman there.
In tenth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who changed their schedule so you would have someone to sit with at lunch.
In eleventh grade your idea of a good friend was the person who gave you rides in their new car, convinced your parents that you shouldn't be grounded, consoled you when you broke up with Nick or Susan, and found you a date to the prom.
In twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you pick out a college/university, assured you that you would get into that college/university, helped you deal with your parents who were having a hard time adjusting to the idea of letting you go.....
At graduation your idea of a good friend was the person who was crying on the inside but managed the biggest smile one could give as they congratulated you.
The summer after twelfth grade your idea of a good friend was the person who helped you clean up the bottles from that party, helped you sneak out of the house when you just couldn't deal with your parents, assured you that now that you and Nick or you and Susan were back together, you could make it through anything, helped you pack up for university and just silently hugged you as you looked through blurry eyes at 18 years of memories you were leaving behind, and finally on those last days of childhood, went out of their way to give you reassurance that you would make it in college as well as you had these past 18 years, and most importantly sent you off to college knowing you were loved.
Now, your idea of a good friend is still the person who gives you the better of the two choices, holds your hand when you're scared, helps you fight off those who try to take advantage of you, thinks of you at times when you are not there, reminds you of what you have forgotten, helps you put the past behind you but understands when you need to hold on to it a little longer, stays with you so that you have confidence, goes out of their way to make time for you, helps you clear up your mistakes, helps you deal with pressure from others, smiles for you when they are sad, helps you become a better person, and most importantly loves you!
There's never a wrong time to pick up a phone or send a message telling your friends how much you miss them or how much you love them.
If you love someone, tell them. Remember always to say what you mean.
Never be afraid to express yourself. Take this opportunity to tell someone what they mean to you. Seize the day and have no REGRETS.
Most importantly, stay close to your friends and family, for they have helped make you the person that you are today and are what it's all about anyway.
The difference between expressing love and having regrets is that the regrets may stay around forever. | | |
| Today let`s fall in love with the boy in the mirror, The one you see everyday but the one you mostly look at, The one who gives more than he ever takes. Today let`s take n o t h i n g, Not this day, not this moment Not this chance, not even ourselves . . . for GRANTED
.:: xoxo Marynel | | |
| Where there is a w i l l there is a w a y to search and discover a better day
Where a positive heart is all you need to rise beyond and succeed
Where young minds grow and respect each other based on their deeds and not their color
When times are dim say as i say "Where there is a w i l l There is a w a y!"
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