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Dagny

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Even now, after so long without it,
I still get flashbacks to how it felt when I let it wash over me.
All it took was that one second of giving in
and then I could feel the warmth of blankets on my skin,
the relief of not caring about any troubles,
giving over to the emotions that were brought to the surface of my glazed eyes.
The side effects of the withdrawl consume me to this day.
Supposedly over time they subside as the body readjusts,
the chemical levels in the brain even out,
- it'll even out is what you keep promising yourself -
in the night when you're sweating and want to cry
but can't for the lack of motion in your hurting body.
Cravings really are my least favorite demons.
They're cruel bastards of addiction that refuse to give way,
even when your blood is flowing at a normal rate
and the finer points of life are among you and
showing you the beauty of a world created with a clear mind.
It made me believe in a utopian ideal of humanity
and myself, and then I had to re-face what was real
before I broke my vow to not stray down that path.
Now I still have trouble sleeping some nights.
Yes, it keeps me up, even after all this time,
and even when I can get my eyes closed the dreams are never to be trusted.
Visions so vivid of how I knew once the secret to bliss,
walked down the path that only gods had known,
found myself in a brief encounter with that substance.
So now I'm going out searching for a fix.
I can't take it anymore, and I don't care if this makes me weak.
No one should be without hope.
Even if it is the most dangerous drug I've ever come across.
 
So now I'm going out searching for a fix.
I can't take it anymore, and I don't care if this makes me weak.
No one should be without hope.
Even if it is the most dangerous drug I've ever come across
You said it girl :)
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No one should be without hope.
dags... if there was anyone who ever tried to drill that line into my own little head, it was you, and i KNOW you're not going to give up on it yourself. my soul, my inspiration, my rock, my shining star... you are all those things to me. "hope" seems to be this one little powerful word that keeps popping up all around me, in everything i read and every thing i hear... and if there was ever a time i thought i had lost it, it is this time, now.
but you give me renewed faith, strenght, and hope.
and i hope you have a wonderful christmas, sweetie.
i'm thinking about you across the miles.
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and excerpt from one of my poems, which one day i might post here:
"Life without love would be death,
but love without hope would be hate..."
Hope is one of the most beautiful and desperate elements of our world... don't give up, because there is so much out there you haven't discovered yet. :)
 
Though hope is accessible through drugs it only lasts when steming from something everlasting.
I wish the trip never came to an end.
 
^^^^^

Red:

Lemme tell you something, my friend:

Hope is a dangerous thing.

Hope can drive a man insane.

It's got no use in here.

You better get used to that.


Andy:

Like Brooks did?
 
^ <3 that movie.

Life without hope is just as Dagny describes [in her most beautiful way]. It is endless torment because not even the good things in life can be appreciated.

Everytime I read something Dagny has written it makes me want to stop writing because you just know you could never express things better than her.
 
I love you girl,,,, this was written a bit ago, but does not deplete the message behind it. Seeing you without hope would be a mockery to our world :)
 
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