The Lonely Night » Footsteps in the Mirror

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"The Lonely Night" was written at 21:32 on August 14th, 2009 by Edrei, and is filed under Melancholic.

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Or how I lost it this night.

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The Lonely Night

It isn't just the people who think they know better, or the people who pretend to lend a hand, or the people who aren't actually there. It's everything that was, that is, and quite possibly will be.

I don't know how I can shoulder all of this by myself, without any outlet to let myself go, or people I can connect and confide in.

I can't. I'm not that strong a person. I've never been that strong as a single person.

Some times, there are nights where not even the sole purpose of me living is enough to stop what I attempted on myself more than a decade ago.

Tonight is going to be a long night.

Tomorrow will be one hell of a problem trying to hide all the wounds.

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Rambling Mind wrote from on August 14, 2009 at 23:29 and said:

Dude, shit happens and life’s a bitch. But we all learn to deal with it and take the shit as it comes. You may not be the most cheerful person in this world or have the most inputs to give but you deserve a chance at being happy.

Give yourself this chance.

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clarisseteagen wrote from on August 15, 2009 at 10:50 and said:

When i was growing up, my mom never really gave me plasters to cover the wounds. . She said fresh air was good for it, helps it heal faster. . .. . . . . travel.
Traveling healed my wounds.
I hope it helps you too. . .

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pelf wrote from on August 15, 2009 at 19:00 and said:

I don’t know what got you here, or how to pull you out of this. Heck, I’m not even sure if you’d like me to pull you out of this. But “Rambling Mind” is right. You deserve to be happy, Ed, you really do. So please.. Please do something that makes yourself happy, it’s totally worth it, I promise you.

Take care, my friend.

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