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arianna-elise-koster-stewart
Glowing with sadness Bright with grief I, was born a hero I shouldn't leave this world a thief I was broken and hurting I didn't want to see you cry I was filled to the brim with tumors It was ensured that I would die So when I see you blubbering I wonder why you weep The memories and stories made Are there for you to keep Our love it wasn't perfect And now your heart lay on the floor But the time in our infinity Well, I couldn't have asked for more So instead of staying silent And laying down to die Take your heart and leave Please go, be free So I may fly into the light
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Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 11:34 AM UTC
Cancer Stole Her Heart
*This is a note To you. I'm sure you'll know who you are if you read this* You've become a weakness for me Someone I can't stop thinking about You're on my mind constantly And I know this is crossing that line That was drawn last night But there's a chance you'll never read this And I'm not telling you in person So, really, this is alright to do You're one of the greatest people I've ever met And for some reason I can't get you out of my head I can't focus on anything Sometimes it's internally embarrassing Also, I can't comprehend why Someone like you, so wonderful and unique Would ever even think of someone like me Someone so drab and boring I'm supposed to be doing math right now But these thoughts kept nagging at me And since I'm not supposed to tell you personally This is all I can do And at this moment i feel ten times better Than what I used to And you'll probably never see this.. But at least I got this off my chest.
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
A Note For Him
She felt ugly, from the inside and out Her stomach never small enough to satisfy oneself She turned to her side, and cried while staring at the mirror The reflection that shown back at her, made her feel insecure She said she wasn't hungry, as she began to starve herself The craving that built up inside, did anything but help The bones began to show, and her frown began to widen Her grotesque sticklike figure, began to leave her frightened Finally she realized, she was beautiful before As her sticklike figure faded, and she began to eat once more
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 10:19 AM UTC
Ugly
Yesterday, today, and then every other day! These are the days of the week  that somehow counts for me. During these hopeful days the week goes by quick as a snow slide, and frozen tears of ice through the corners of my eye in my locked up window... These days goes by through the front glass of my car, fogging my way & my whole vision. Yesterday, today, and every other day the newspaper arrives at my doorsteps, rain or shine. St. Pete Times or USA Today,  are left outside for me, soaking wet  and tintilating,cold, and moody, with only sad news to offer me... Nothing seem sadder to me that a cold and rainy humid winter, without dirt snowangels, half melted and salt spread all over it. Salt bring bad luck. I was told. No. Nothing is sadder than a rainy winter day when its snow is no longer white but a dark shade of gray like the disarrayed fur  on a grayish and old  fake mink coat... The snow is not hard as rock, is soft like melted sugar in my warm coffee cup. Yesterday, today, and every other day I lit a smoke, that I promised to quit yrs. ago. And I watch through my window this melting snow,  dressing the cars in white, the departing airplanes humming loudly outside, and the lonely, but wild, and crazy  laughing gulls singing mindless of everything that's going on around. Laughing loud at my boring days; Today, yesterday, and every other day...
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 9:15 AM UTC
Days of the Week
Family needs to stick together Through the tough, hard times When it rains at night Family needs to stick together Like birds of a feather Peas in a pod Family needs to stick together
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 8:53 AM UTC
Family
In my closet lie my secrets Shackled in shame, as they huddle in the darkness Fearful of being spilt out for the rest of the world to see Yet silent and unwavering, as they force courage upon themselves Hopeful that they may remain hidden in the cobwebs which hang inside But knowing that one day they may somehow be released Forced to leave their prison of safety, as the truth is revealed As the skeletons spill from the darkness And the secrets from my past come back to haunt me
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Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 8:50 AM UTC
Secrets From The Past