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anotherlove
anotherlove
17/F writing makes me feel something.
I gave you choices, chances, and changes but it still wasn't enough for you to stay. =============================================== Now I choose to move onto better things. I take chances because I don't know how things will turn out, and maybe, just maybe they'll turn out okay. I changed for the better. for myself. ================================================ I've never been happier
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 12:14 PM UTC
The 3 C's
a symbol of hope. a semicolon represents a sentence the author could have ended but chose not to.
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Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 3:44 PM UTC
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i was upset, and you were too. you told me she hurt your heart, well you hurt mine too. you made me feel alive, but now it seems like all i do is cry. you made me feel special, but i guess it was just a lie. just like everyone else, you left me. you left me for her, so don't you dare come back to me when she doesn't want you anymore.
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Dec 19, 2017
Dec 19, 2017 at 8:30 PM UTC
hurt
you destroyed me. like hydrochloric acid, you were corrosive and colorless. burning everything you touched, including me. first degree burns on my heart. second degree burns on my mind. third degree burns on my life.
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 6:32 PM UTC
hydrochloric acid
I was once told the brightest burn the quickest, that only the good die young. As if this is okay. As if this is the new normal. If they were good they wouldn't be lying 72 inches below our feet. They would be here beside us in class, on the field, in the band. If they were good death would have never been an option. But hear me now. They were not good. They were Troubled. It is not their fault. They are victim to a disease that creeps into every corner of their brain, that trembles into every nerve, until they are Numb. The lack of sensation or feeling of hope, of living, of love, of purpose. They felt nothing of worth. Because when you strip someone of their identity, you leave nothing to hang on to except nooses tied around shaking necks With last words That will never be heard.
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Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 5:56 PM UTC
If They Were Good