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adriana-renea-little
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humans love beauty so much we will destroy it have have it sitting on a table for a few days / / -the simple flower
Out of all the knifes Guns And arrows That could have killed me It was my own Trusty dagger
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Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 11:29 PM UTC
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When I get those cute texts from my boyfriend....... ...............I close my eyes and wish I was still getting them from you
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Oct 20, 2016
Oct 20, 2016 at 11:48 PM UTC
Texts
She was a flower Among a fire I protected her for so long One day I picked this flower and put it high on a slef so she couldn't be harmed But as time past she started to die I always wondered why Then it hit me I shouldn't have added more flowers to my collection
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Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 9:05 AM UTC
Flower
If I knew the last time I hugged you would be the last I would have held on longer If I knew the last time I saw you would be the last I would have took more time to take in all of your features and movement Your walk Your laugh Your smile If I knew the last time I could have just look beside me and you would be standing there I would have never left The last time you said I love you are permanently burned into my memory The last time you held me will forever be with me But the words of me not belonging to you will always haunt my vocabulary My dearest love if you only knew the thoughts I have maybe you could see me again as your one and only maybe we could have a chance If I ever told you the true lov I have for you but for now I will hide it behind a page that no one really knows my name and keep this hidden love away from whom it belongs
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 1:43 AM UTC
Hidden
I used to love you sober I use to be able to look at you with out to shed a tear I use to hold and kiss you Now I am behind a keyboard typing these words that you'll never see How could this be I want to go back to the way we use to be The old me The sober me
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Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 1:35 AM UTC
Sober love
They say that painting a room yellow Could brighten your life Well doesn't that seem odd That a simple color could lessen your depression That a shade can make you smile and glow Well what's the difference from a person in love or on drugs That's their yellow paint Paint that brings them happiness If having *** will makes them happy they will do it Or staring into the eyes of another Or even inhaling smoke There are millions of yellow paint out there You just have to find your shade
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Jul 16, 2016
Jul 16, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
yellow paint
She was the brightness kid in class Her smile would light up the room She made everyone laugh She was perfect She was strong and beautiful Thin and smart Brave and kind But she was so insecure She scared her skin How nobody knew She would cry to sleep Or just not sleep at all She would be so numb she couldn't shed any tears Yet the next day she still was happy as could be Her eyes were still stained Her sleeves were still down Then the next day She was so quiet Not a single real smile All were shallow and thin She didn't pay any attention to her friends as they all told jokes Her boyfriend was holding her but still nothing Then the next day She didn't show up Everyone seemed so down Then an intercom came on That the beautiful girl has taken her last breathe An overwhelming saddest feel on everyone How could someone so strong fall so far
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 11:52 AM UTC
Signs
I stood before the mirror It showed who I was I looked deeper and deeper Flaws after flaws after flaws I did not like the person looking back at me I began to skip a few meal here and there I didn't think it was nothing I joined a gym to drop a few more But one day I found these pills I took a few I took a few more And more and more and more I couldn't stop I looked in the mirror for the last time I looked so pale and small Finally not any flaws
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 11:40 AM UTC
The drop
He was the wind that made my hurricane The spark before my fire The chill before my blizzard The water to my ocean The lava to my volcano The blood that flowed in my heart He was mine But I wasn't aware He was to share
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 9:45 PM UTC
He was
Getting mad at a persons wrist is like screaming in a deaf mans ear Both will not help and is usless to try
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 4:37 PM UTC
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