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Just take the time to listen. Everyone is fighting a battle of their own. Day in and day out. Everyone keeps a secret which they will protect with their very lives. We pass the judgment on each other, while drawing conclusions based off what we think we know. Truth is, we don’t know a thing. The surface is a lie, and yet its the surface that we use to put together these opinions we have of another. If we were to take a step back for a moment, we could realize that things aren’t what they appear to be. A smile can mask away years of tears and frowns. Confidence could be a cover up for low self esteem. Bold actions and words could hide your fears. And the people that appear to have everything under control are habitually the ones that are the most terrified. So remember these things before you judge one or before you speak ill of another. We all will struggle, and continue to have our secrets. Nobody is as collected as they make themselves out to be you see.

We are all equal in the evil and beauty we are capable of producing.

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Aweee, I found this a while back.

Here’s to the kids who would rather spend their night with a bottle of coke and Patrick or Sonny playing on their headphones than go to some vomit-stained high school party.
Here’s to the kids whose 11:11 wish wwas wasted on the one person who will never be there for them.
Here’s to the kids whose idea of a good night is sitting on the hood of a car, watching the stars.
Here’s to the kids who were never to good at life, but still were wicked cool.
Here’s to the kids who listened to Fall Out Boy and Hawthorne Heights long before they were on MTV, and blame MTV for ruining their life.
Here’s to the kids who care more about the music than the haircuts.
Here’s to the kids who have crushes on a stupid lush.
Here’s to the kids who hum “A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More ‘Touch Me’” when they’re stuck home, dateless, on a Saturday night.
Here’s to the kids who ever had a broken heart from someone who didn’t even know they existed.
Here’s to the kids who have read The Perks of Being A Wallflower and didn’t feel so alone after doing so.
Here’s to the kids who spend their days in photo booths with their best friend/s.
Here’s to the kids who consider screamo their lullaby for going to sleep.
Here’s to the kids who second guess themselves on everything they do.
Here’s to the kids who will never have 100% confidence in anything they do, and to the kids who are okay with that.
Here’s to the kids.
This one’s not for the kids who always get what they want, but for the ones who never had it at all.
It’s not for the ones who never got caught, but for the ones who always try and fall.
This ones for the kids who didn’t make it; we were the kids who never made it.
The Overcast Girls and the Underdog Boys, not for the kids who had all their joys.
This one’s for the kids who never faked it. We’re the kids who didn’t make it.
They say, “Breaking hearts is what we do best, and we’ll make your heart be ripped out of your chest.”
The only heart that I broke was mine, when I got my hopes up too high.
We are the kids who didn’t make it.
We are the kids who never made it.