Hey my names is Louise. I've decided that i'm going to be a kick boxing nun game on buttercup.I wish it was easy to who i am into words. The fact is i've never been any good at putting anything into words. So i guess i can try, cause that's all you can do... Right?I am who i am, my friends say that i'm amazing, strong, kind, loving, caring all the good things, but i guess that's what your friends are meant to say about you. I'm not perfect in fact i will never be perfect. But i'm pretty okay with that, i think that everyone fucks up at some stage and i happen to do it a lot. But i live and i learn. I've lost faith in people, it's not something i've wanted to do it's just i guess i can't understand why people are the way that they are... I get taken advantage of a lot, even by people that say they never will do it, they still do... Maybe they know they are doing it maybe they don't... All i can say is it hurts a lot. I trust to easy, and i never use to listen to my gutt... You know those deep down in the belly feelings when you know somethings not right, i get them a lot.... I use to ignore them but i'm starting to realise it's not good to do that.I get hurt easy, because i don't care what your past is i don't care what you did all i know is that i can see something good in anyone... But sometimes that's where i slip up. I once sad to someone it's up to that person to decide whether they want to take advantage of you or not... What i should have said is:It's up to that person to decide wether they want to take advantage of you or not... It's up to you if you want to let them.I am who i am. I get hurt, I get sad, I get angry, I cry, I trust, I live... I learn. I'm me.
Rush headlong and hard at life
Or just sit at home and wait.
All things good and all the wrong
Will come right to you: it's fate.Hear the music, dance if you can.
Dress in rags or wear your jewels.
Drink your choice, nurse your fear
In this old honkytonk of fools.Living in the modern age,
death for virtue is the wage.
So it seems in darker hours.
Evil wins, kindness cowers.Ruled by violence and vice
we all stand upon thin ice.
Are we brave or are we mice,
here upon such thin, thin ice?Dare we linger, dare we skate?
Dare we laugh or celebrate,
knowing we may strain the ice?
Preserve the ice at any price?When tempest-tossed,
embrace chaos.Faraway in China,
the people sometimes say,
life is often bitter
and all too seldom gray.
Bitter as dragon tears,
great cascades of sorrow
flood down all the years,
drowning our tomorrows.Faraway in China,
the people always say,
life is sometimes joyous
if all too often gray.
Although life is seasoned
with bitter dragon tears,
seasoning is just a spice
within our brew of years.
Bad times are only rice,
tears are one more flavor,
that gives us sustenance
sometimes we can savor.
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