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My prepared speech for school- Love.Sometimes you open yourself up to a person because you feel and believe that they're different and maybe this time they won't break your heart and that your love will be requitted. So you go out on a limb and open up so much of yourself to this person. Things that you're afraid to tell others about because of fear of being judged or rejected. But there's just something about this person that allows you to tell them everything. You become so comfortable in the presence of that person that you openly admit your flaws, you don't hide it. You just completely lose yourself in love and in the thought and concept of being loved, of being in a relationship and of being with someone that you can be yourself with. The idea of that person just completely excites you and everything about them makes you happy. Seeing them and hearing their voice just helps you in an inexplicable manner and being with them is an emotion of complete comfortability on its own. You learn to love this person and you accept their flaws and differences. You accept how they might not necessarily love eating McDonalds as much as you do or they are crazy about sci-fi movies where you can't even get yourself past watching a chick flick. / But that's just it, you don't mind. / You don't mind because love is about sacrifices.

@keshia-hayley-africa8

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I know why the caged bird singsA free bird leaps on the back / Of the wind and floats downstream / Till the current ends and dips his wing

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You Learn (by Jorge Luis Borges)*The poverty of yesterday was less squalid than the poverty we purchase with our industry today. / Fortunes were smaller then as well.* / (The Elderly Lady)

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If I Die in a School ShootingIf I die in a school shooting / I'll never go home again. / My room will sit unused,

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This Thenit's the same as before / or the other time / or the time before that.

Charles Bukowski26

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What to do when you can't have someone you want?What would **You** do when you can't have someone you want? / Would you / lift a finger and whisk it like a wand

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I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love YouI do not love you except because I love you; / I go from loving to not loving you, / From waiting to not waiting for you

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Don't Go Far OffDon't go far off, not even for a day, because -- / because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long / and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station

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Swinging in the RainI followed my dear friends to the edge of a cliff / and was greeted by a peculiar thing. / There, standing on the edge of the earth

@CweetaCwumble23

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don't forgetthere is always somebody or something / waiting for you, / something stronger, more intelligent,

Charles Bukowski29

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Angel?In That Moonlit Night Standing In The Abaft, / Watching The Towed Flaccid Wooden Raft, / I Thought That I Saw An Angel Resting,

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We're on Fire.Lipstick kisses, / we're both wearing red. / I motion her over and onto our bed.

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lord shiva and kali ma make love beneath the starsnights take passion forth / into an abyss / of hundreds of arms

@loewen-s-graves31

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Happiness,can not be found in the flesh / For as warm it may be / As soft to your fingers it is

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One-sidedYou always give / He receives / You're always there for him

@carlyn-tolentino16

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On WaitingBy the bus stop / By the lake / By the curb beside my leg

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beerI don't know how many bottles of beer / I have consumed while waiting for things / to get better

Charles Bukowski48

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Echoes of Oblivion*i always imagine you so very graceful / through the masochists ordeal / a god form of supplication

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Confessionwaiting for death / like a cat / that will jump on the

Charles Bukowski39

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WaitingI'll be waiting, / for the day we become one / I'll be waiting,

@aylin-soto-aleman8

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WaitingWaiting for a phone call, / Waiting for a text message, / Waiting for a visit,

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Monologue of Unrequited LoveSomeone who means a great deal to me once said that you can’t find love. You can’t go searching for it, it finds you. It finds you out of nowhere and once it’s there you can’t ignore it. I thought that was a cute way of putting things and continued on with life, waiting for love to find me. But then I got impatient and tried to find it on my own, but it never happened. I was terrified of relationships for some unknown reason or past trauma, and I never found it. Until it found me. / It steamrolled me completely out of nowhere and I didn’t see it coming. It was the worst and best thing that ever happened to me because it was beautiful to feel so deeply for someone and not feel any fear to let myself fall. For my best friend, someone I could spend hours talking to. / Only you didn’t feel it too. Apparently you can ignore it, or maybe fate is sick and twisted and Cupid only hit me.

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MagneticDisrobing, / her skin glowing / as it glistens in the night

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KathleenI am slowly learning to disregard the insatiable desire to be special. I think it began, the soft piano ballad of epiphanic freedom that danced in my head, when you mentioned that “Van Gogh was her thing” while I stood there in my overall dress, admiring his sunflowers at the art museum. And then again on South Street, while we thumbed through old records and I picked up Morrissey and you mentioned her name like it was stuck in your teeth. Each time, I felt a paintbrush on my cheeks, covering my skin in grey and fading me into a quiet, concealed background that hummed “everything you’ve ever loved has been loved before, and everything you are has already been,” on an endless loop. It echoed in your wrists that I stared at, walking (home) in the middle of the street, and I felt like a ghost moving forward in an eternal line, waiting to haunt anyone who thought I was worth it. But no one keeps my name folded in their wallet. Only girls who are able to carve their names into paintings and vinyl live in pockets and dust bunnies and bathroom mirrors. And so be it, that I am grey and humming in the background. I am forgotten Sundays and chipped fingernail polish and borrowed sheets. I’m the song you’ll get stuck in your head, but it will remind you of someone else. I am 2 in the afternoon, I am the last day of winter, I am a face on the sidewalk that won’t show up in your dreams. And I am everywhere, and I am nothing at all.

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TumulusBurning fuel but not to leave, / boys circled town, came back / to the station where they began.

@Kiki-Dresden45

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