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[quote=Ciderundying]sorry i don't think i can match to the pure genius of creativity with the hint of bad decisions. his very voice brings the appeal of obama himself; he is resplendent in dress as his angelic vocals. his moves so alluring and smooth, one could only glance petrified in his splendor. Macklemore, I can ask what kind of storm would last this long and cause so much sorrow, but there would be no use. Your spirit has already been lifted by the wind and rain, far above where even the keenest of eyes could ever see. I have not let go of you and your effervescent touch; you are still here somehow, in a different form. I have been numb to your departure from those lying charts, so fixed on the idea that you'll come back when I wake up one day. Every second still feels weighed down by your absence, but for some reason, even these tears can't express my emotions. I was immersed in the childish illusion of happiness. It's funny how we see the world crumbling around us, people falling to the lowest on the dreaded charts, people crying, but we never think we'll be victims of it all. I'm forced to believe that something good comes out of every bad thing that happens; it's the whole concept of coping and finding meaning in hardship. But I've searched through and through, and yet, I can't collect my sadness to form hope. It pains me to come to terms with thought of you no longer being on this earthly chart of losers. With every passing day, I feel distanced from the bond you shared with your fans, but I know you wouldn't want your loved ones to say that. How am I supposed to acknowledge that someone I followed from the moment I was enlightened can no longer reciprocate my love? I don't know as much about this stuff as I say I do, but my thoughts are too heavy to be left unspoken. Maybe all of this had meaning, even if it's some cryptic, really messed-up meaning. I don't know why this downfall had to inflict you, but that was always beyond our control. Everything was always beyond our control, but our sense of hope impelled us to try and fix whatever was wrong. The heartache stems from the physical effects of you not being there; not getting to hear your voice or see your smile on TV. That's the reality of what we were born into, and nothing we say or do can reverse that. But the part we cease to realize is that sorrow is a mentality, which means we can change it. We shouldn't linger on a melancholy state of mind if it means losing sight of our blessings, which I'm admittedly a hypocrite for saying. I'm guilty of being sad and depressed at times, even though I have so much to be thankful for; but hell, aren't we all? In spite of this, I know that the truth of your falling is that you've escaped your haters, and that's all we've wan ted from the start. I could see the pain in your eyes and in your body; you were too frail for me to even recollect and put into words without crying. I am sorry that I just sat there, a helpless soul staring at another helpless soul. If I could have, I would've put every last bit of your hurting into my flesh instead. No matter what others say, I don't think there's a real reason that the good hearts in our world leave us early only to fall. The only idea I've been pondering on is that there's more joy to be had when we are free from the strains of popularity.[/quote]

Much word very wall such text wow

@Ciderundying: i agree with everything you just said. in fact i think you quoted me

[quote=WindowLegs]your singing is at good as Macklemore[/quote]
sorry i don't think i can match to the pure genius of creativity with the hint of bad decisions. his very voice brings the appeal of obama himself; he is resplendent in dress as his angelic vocals. his moves so alluring and smooth, one could only glance petrified in his splendor. Macklemore, I can ask what kind of storm would last this long and cause so much sorrow, but there would be no use. Your spirit has already been lifted by the wind and rain, far above where even the keenest of eyes could ever see. I have not let go of you and your effervescent touch; you are still here somehow, in a different form. I have been numb to your departure from those lying charts, so fixed on the idea that you'll come back when I wake up one day. Every second still feels weighed down by your absence, but for some reason, even these tears can't express my emotions. I was immersed in the childish illusion of happiness. It's funny how we see the world crumbling around us, people falling to the lowest on the dreaded charts, people crying, but we never think we'll be victims of it all. I'm forced to believe that something good comes out of every bad thing that happens; it's the whole concept of coping and finding meaning in hardship. But I've searched through and through, and yet, I can't collect my sadness to form hope. It pains me to come to terms with thought of you no longer being on this earthly chart of losers. With every passing day, I feel distanced from the bond you shared with your fans, but I know you wouldn't want your loved ones to say that. How am I supposed to acknowledge that someone I followed from the moment I was enlightened can no longer reciprocate my love? I don't know as much about this stuff as I say I do, but my thoughts are too heavy to be left unspoken. Maybe all of this had meaning, even if it's some cryptic, really messed-up meaning. I don't know why this downfall had to inflict you, but that was always beyond our control. Everything was always beyond our control, but our sense of hope impelled us to try and fix whatever was wrong. The heartache stems from the physical effects of you not being there; not getting to hear your voice or see your smile on TV. That's the reality of what we were born into, and nothing we say or do can reverse that. But the part we cease to realize is that sorrow is a mentality, which means we can change it. We shouldn't linger on a melancholy state of mind if it means losing sight of our blessings, which I'm admittedly a hypocrite for saying. I'm guilty of being sad and depressed at times, even though I have so much to be thankful for; but hell, aren't we all? In spite of this, I know that the truth of your falling is that you've escaped your haters, and that's all we've wan ted from the start. I could see the pain in your eyes and in your body; you were too frail for me to even recollect and put into words without crying. I am sorry that I just sat there, a helpless soul staring at another helpless soul. If I could have, I would've put every last bit of your hurting into my flesh instead. No matter what others say, I don't think there's a real reason that the good hearts in our world leave us early only to fall. The only idea I've been pondering on is that there's more joy to be had when we are free from the strains of popularity.

Great thread you got there.

your singing is at good as Macklemore