Why do we make ourselves feel less than what we should feel? Why do we create bigger problems or perhaps create a problem where a problem doesn't even exist? Are we that unhappy in our lives that we have the ability to create something out of nothing? Or maybe there is something wrong but we don't let ourselves see the issue? Friends, family, lovers, loved ones. It makes me wonder who "we" are. Who am I?
Who am I ...
will I ever know?
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maybe.
why is it that whenever your in a relationship you pick apart every little thing that makes you wish you were s i n g l e. and when your single, you'd do anything for those annoyances to come back.
what is it about us that make us so indecisive, so far from satisfaction that we can't even see the last piece of our puzzle - right in front of us?
maybe society today has created a world of impossible, complete, whole hearted satisfaction. maybe it's just acceptable - maybe - to always want more. maybe. what if we are so far from the ability to accept the good and we only see the bad; therefore we don't allow ourselves to see the truth. the happiness. the satisfaction.
maybe.
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what is it about us that make us so indecisive, so far from satisfaction that we can't even see the last piece of our puzzle - right in front of us?
maybe society today has created a world of impossible, complete, whole hearted satisfaction. maybe it's just acceptable - maybe - to always want more. maybe. what if we are so far from the ability to accept the good and we only see the bad; therefore we don't allow ourselves to see the truth. the happiness. the satisfaction.
maybe.
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