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A letter toWell what was I supposed to do? / Fight? / You really think I'm that crazy, that fearless, that brave?
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Jun 16, 2013
A letter to someone who did not tell me they loved meIf you love someone you tell them / when you love them / you
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Jun 16, 2013
daily thoughtsbut its not about you, or anyone, its not something someones done to me, its just that sometimes i run out of love to give and it just feels like the party has gone too long and sometimes days are too hard and nights come too sharp and i think, "maybe today, today seems a day to die," but i never do it, and I'm always happy i don't, but i still with things would change, and they never do, and i always worry they never will.
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May 18, 2014
Holy ****Last night I kissed a boy with taste of cigarette on his lips / He was drunk and he told me I was beautiful / Last night I had *** with a boy who would come up behind me after and hold me
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May 19, 2013
Oh God!Oh God, oh God, oh God! / What have you done to me? You've denied me of my own body. / I am not in control. I am suddenly dependent on someone who will inevitably break my heart.
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May 10, 2013
One dayOne day I'll tell you. I'll tell you that I want to know the deepest depths of your mind, and desire that you wish to know the same. Know my favorite color and what I think about before I go to sleep. I want to know what you want to be when you grow up and how your parents divorce is going, because I want to know. I want you to want me to know. I want you to need me to love you. And I'll tell you one day. One I'll tell you, just not today.
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May 10, 2013
SabrinaAnd as I sit here pondering about my life, / The only thing that arouses over and over is you. / As girls, we crave the touch of tenderness and serenity;
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May 18, 2013
SunBut like the sun he turns her to ashes, for she didn't belong in his world.
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May 10, 2013
The proper way to tell someone you love them“I like to pretend that sometimes” I said. He looked at me, in a way as though asking why or how without the desire to physically say the words. / “What I mean is that sometimes I like to pretend you were my first, instead of your older boy summer romance cliche. I don't know why though. Maybe I want to keep a bit of you with me when you leave. I think that when I’m old, or even just in college I’ll tell people how I lost my virginity to my bestfriend and how special it was. Maybe after I tell enough people I’ll even start to believe it too. Not that Michael isn't sumptuous or anything. Maybe its because when I tell people that story I’ll leave them with piece of you, and you’re great.” / He snapped the last of the bowl and kinda just sat there with a weird expression. It wasn't confusion or even melancholy. He seemed upset over something. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” he said.
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May 10, 2013
The right way to do thingsAnd although I dont know what love is, / I know what it isn't. / Love isn't lying in your bed crying,
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May 10, 2013
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