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AB_
17/F/virginia hi i write sometimes :) / / -ABLW
the body remembers, of course it does so be gentle with it let it grieve what it bore
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7d ago
May 27, 2026 at 9:21 PM UTC
4/23/24
people die always, journals go unwritten and words go unsaid all of us leave something undone, something blank, something bland your family will stare at the journal for hours, imagine the works you had no time for and maybe some words were meant to be said, maybe they would’ve kept you, made you laugh so stay lie in bed all day and forget to eat cut yourself and swallow whatever fits keep yourself quiet and deal on your own or hopefully don’t, but if you need to in order to stay, stay
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May 19
May 19, 2026 at 6:49 PM UTC
stay
it’s been two years and I can feel who I used to be rotting me from the inside like fruit i let go of her and i give up all protection, all ive learned i keep her and only one of us can live inside this body at once and rotted fruit takes up less space than fresh at night, when i try to sleep, ill shake and shudder with the feeling that she’ll always be a part of me
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Apr 24
Apr 24, 2026 at 12:29 AM UTC
fruit
Ich glaube ich liebe dich Natürlich, wer wurde das nicht? Ich liebe dich wie ich lese Ich liebe dich mit ruhe, stille Nur für mich und dich, eine liebe
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Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 1:36 AM UTC
du
23 months ago, I let myself fall, for the very last time 23 months ago, I looked at these lines, these scars on these legs of mine 23 months ago, I let them go to the stars, to the sky 23 months ago, I picked myself up for the first time
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Mar 29
Mar 29, 2026 at 12:56 AM UTC
23 months ago
stars on my thighs, tattooed there one night i was too lost, too gone too bad, i wanted them gone the lines, intertwined with the stars on my thighs leaking blood, far too long the lines on my thighs, i needed them gone so i pricked, i inked, this image of the sky to finally be all rid of these razor-left blights
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Mar 20
Mar 20, 2026 at 10:55 PM UTC
16stone - bush
You’re young Just as all disciples were once So bite your tongue And when you pray out for help, ignore the silence Spend the night drinking Come to the church with a hangover, your ears ringing While you pretend to pray Hope to do it again next Saturday Look at your first blood Know Mary did the same thing, only months before her son Use cotton, and linen, and whatever keeps you clean and groomed Just like Jesus did to his own wounds Kiss that girl That boy too, don’t be scared Of the temptation, heat rising Jesus woke as most men do each morning And when you’re old, all wise and pious And you’ve forgot the pain of a prayer unanswered Throw away your experience, your bias When your child is pubescent in the church, as a non believer
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Mar 19
Mar 19, 2026 at 8:29 PM UTC
a guide to pubescence in the church (for the non believer)
every morning, i sprinkle on a little floral perfume in a dark red bottle and spray over it, pink cherry body spray the one I always wear in the spring i burnt strawberry incense that night, with the window open perhaps in a hope the smoke, would float these thousands of miles one day we’ll be in a room full of screenplays, and poems, and organic chemistry but for now, i’ll let my floral perfume, my cherry spray, and strawberry smoke bring me to you
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Mar 14
Mar 14, 2026 at 4:45 PM UTC
pink
Soft cherries leaving red Rain in grass runs brown An animal in the street, lies dead, Thunder and rain, fallen trees and people drowned Nature is beautiful, nature is all Blood on your crown, with your head held tall If I must be here And he must be there Take this moon-glow lit air, And use your power To bring him near
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Mar 10
Mar 10, 2026 at 11:02 PM UTC
Prayer
Soft like strawberries in the summer, Green hands in the shed You cry about your family, your father I remind you we’re soon moving away from this dread I talk about a boy, does he like me? You tell me to quit, I’m “too good for that” Your little sister walks in, we ignore her squeals We crowd into a tent like packrats How long will we be young? Only 17 paper cranes by my bed Up the coast, smoke in our lungs, By your side, I’ll always be led
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Mar 9
Mar 9, 2026 at 7:45 PM UTC
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