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Don't break my heart...

From the moment i loved you,
I was afraid to say these words,
But deep down i could feel it,and i knew it...

Don't break my heart..
Don't tear me apart...

With you am happy,
That's how i know am lucky..
Without you,i am without me


Don't break my heart...
Don't tear me apart...
Even though i know you will...
This is no love poem,or else i'd have poured my whole heart out in my longest post ever!!!But i know how it looks and sounds,it's simply my love poem to this beauty called life...I heard a song this morning by Gym Class Heroes "Get Your A** Back Home" not the best title to a song(i know) but this line kept haunting me all morning "this type of life didn't come with instructions"
By now if you reading this and thinking ,"like duh!!who din't know that??" hold onto that thought for just a bit.

This is one of the most obvious facts:The  things that life can throws at us,sometimes can be too hard to bear and no human being alive can deny that.At times I wish life did come with instructions,so that at least when am stuck in those "i don't know what to do" moments i can just look up a manual and fix it.But unfortunately this beautiful thing called life will never come with instructions...and all that's left to do is write up my own manual.Life will surprise me,in good and bad ways..tear my heart out and at some point give me the brightest smile...i may never know exactly what to expect at any given time but i can always be sure about the 2 options life will bring me(good or bad). To  take in  and deal with all that life brings,no matter what!That's  my manual.

I have to love my life,the harder it hits me ,the stronger I  am.There will be times when my heart won't take it and it's in those times i have to remember that there's Someone far greater than life itself and I know that He's definitely on my side.This type of life didn't come with instructions....but am making my own manual!!!


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  1. Happy new month,whatever may come your way just make your own manual!

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  2. Nice...i'm not the manual kind,i just accept whatever trash life offers me and i dig deep to get the significant things.

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    1. i know you Rama,but its almost the same thing...

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