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ValM
21/Agender Still alive, finally getting somewhere.
I was beautiful, I hope to never be beautiful again. I grow more authentically repulsive, And alive And real And free And happy. I will never need beauty again.
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Nov 10, 2023
Nov 10, 2023 at 9:57 AM UTC
Beauty
They say god is everywhere, right? That its helpful, that it loves us? Where was god when I almost died? In his hands, My neck, his knife? Where was god the second time? In his smile, at the end of My life? Where, when I was abused? In their voices, their hands, My fear? Where is god now its over? In My flashbacks, shaking, in tears? Where was god when I was bullied? In the school, in the kids, in the words? Where was god through all those years? Lonely, cornered, unheard. Where is god now? Im still suffering In My struggles, in My life, in My work? They say god is everywhere, right? it's never helped Me, that's for sure.
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 5:01 AM UTC
I don't want your blessings
Looking at the window You come into my room Cuddling with you In the dark As trust begins to bloom Knocking at my window I see you crouching there It's late at night You slide inside And gently stroke my hair Tapping at my window A pillow in your hand Soon stained dark red And damp with tears You're best in all the land Food left at my window You try to apologise I eat it up And it's enough To ignore all our goodbyes Banging at my window You think we still belong You're furious that I start to know Something's clearly wrong Rocks thrown at my window And once again I'm scared Your fingers wrap Around my throat But I no longer care Police are near my window Because I finally gave up hope No more trying for A guy who keeps me Treading slowly on tightrope Nobody's at the window But still I feel your eyes Such a shame That none of us Predicted our demise.
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May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 2:54 PM UTC
Windows
Another me is holding his hand The park we shared is yours now The sweets and treats and pleasant things Disaster, yet you don't see how Let's hope you survive him Clouds roll in and rain pours down And you'll forgive the storm You'll attack the weatherman When the reports begin to warn Lets hope you survive him Another me inspects the mirror Full of fear, self-hatred and doubt Even when the door is wide open You're too guilt-ridden to get out Let's hope you survive him By now, your bedroom is your tomb His knife has twisted deep It's over now, his boredom slays And your soul he claims to keep And now I hope you're resting sweet In a grave that's soft and kind For the memory is no mercy To a stubborn, struggling mind.
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 12:52 PM UTC
Another Me
Do you still plot your moves? Meticulously planning your next attack, Obsessing over the board, Chasing checkmate after checkmate, Even though the game is over. Or is it? Do I understand you now? Pawns surround a trembling king, Bringing back information, About "innocent" steps, And knights abducted. The game continues, making mockery And playing hangman with your ill intent.
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Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 9:44 AM UTC
Plotting, planning, playing
Everyone has an urge They usually don't admit Some are worse than others Some play around with it The difference between us monsters Is lack of self control You gave in to your urge And now I have no soul
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 4:06 PM UTC
Urges
I don't mind that you thought he was kind. I'm learning his techniques, and they upset my insides. I'm learning the ways to get under your skin. I can open you up, and slither right in.
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Nov 30, 2018
Nov 30, 2018 at 3:26 PM UTC
How We Calculate
Emotion hits, and it's clear you aren't dead. You never were, you were simply buried alive. You've been dug up now. You can feel now, And you kinda wish you couldn't.
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Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
Revival
There are words I hear everyone say "This isn't how children should play" But am I a child Once I've been defiled? Everything is rotting away
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Oct 7, 2018
Oct 7, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
Am I a child?
When you're in the moment, you feel so numb And when you feel nothing, you think you're strong. When you escape from that moment,you come undone, And then you will find you've been suffering all along.
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 10:28 AM UTC
Dissociated Delay