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strangedbodies Sep 2013
i often stare outside my window and imagine things that i know i should think of yet.
its so compelling to know that one day, i will just die, and maybe never be remembered.
i don't fear death, but i know that once the day comes that i die, i will be ready for anything.
but thats why i try to make my time feel like its going slower rather than faster. because when i die i want to remember all the thing i did. all the things that will make people want to remember me.
strangedbodies Aug 2013
the thought of you makes me nervous.
the thought of your smile makes me tremble.
the thought of your soft green eyes makes me scream.
but the thought that i lost you just makes me want to jump off cliffs.
because i loved you.
and when i loved you the thought of you was tremendous.
the thought of you was just a miracle.

now my thoughts of you are wanting you back.
but you are to far gone to have you back.
so yes the thought of you makes me nervous because i get so nervous i want to cry.
strangedbodies Aug 2013
If I made a wish list, it would be endless.
I know not one thing on that list would be fulfilled.
That's why I don't make wish lists.

Because I would feel like a complete failure.
strangedbodies Aug 2013
I want to be a child again.
The only time I ever got cut was from getting scratched.
The only time I felt pain was when someone got mad at me.
The only time I cried was when I got hurt.

Now I cry from hatred.
I feel pain from hatred.
And I get cut from razors.

So yeah, I want to be a child again.
strangedbodies Aug 2013
She sits outside looking at the scenery, wondering how her life is going to end up.
She sits there sad, and confused. All the people telling her no, but she knows nobody wants her there. But she just wants to be gone so badly, nobody could have her change her mind.
Finally her mind is made up. Nobody has seen her in days and they all know where she is know.
She's in the paradise land she has been dreaming of for a long time.

H.S.
strangedbodies Aug 2013
I wish you knew how much I love you.
I wish you knew how much I love your laugh.
I wish you knew how much I love your smile.
But most of all I wish you loved me too.

Because I have loved you for a long time, and I don't think you'll ever like me back the way I like you.
She's the only one that can get your attention, and I'm just your friend.
Maybe someday you will notice how much it hurts to love you without love in return.

Love,

H.S.
This is my first post so it isnt great.

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