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claire-strautmanis
American
writing poetry on the train because my phone died
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC
subway
i decided to wake up early today. well, i guess the jackhammers decided for me.
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 9:11 PM UTC
new york
being young is very strange because really it's all i know
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
obsolete
on the train watching the old man untangle his headphones
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 9:06 PM UTC
new york
i like to practice my cursive i only wish i had something beautiful to write
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 9:05 PM UTC
when i'm bored
i think i need to draw less and be online more so i can be an artist
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Jan 15, 2014
Jan 15, 2014 at 9:03 PM UTC
these days
you drank didn’t we all? you yelled didn’t we all? you hated didn’t we all? but you did it to us because your tormentor wasn’t one person but thanks to you. ours was.
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 6:46 PM UTC
dear dad.
I was once full of demons accepting inner war I loved others like me                                                 that is until I didn’t.                                                 today I love myself                                                 but I still find comfort in the arms Of those who’s love is never for themselves I hate them for wasting their days on wasting away I hate them for not seeing What I now see.                                                 And yet I know I must still hate myself Because I don’t deserve the boys Who might really be right for me
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 5:18 PM UTC
pedestal.
wanting so bad to hate you and You easily obliged maybe deserving it definitely believing it blind faith its easier to create a victim in yourself self abhorred through others eyes because you are the victim so we are too
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
shaking legs.
not knowing. but believing. in what? I’m. only a victim only a victim only a victim Wait that’s my son. my wife. my daughter. deserved rejection. wrong-doing he can’t get out of bed her eyes more blue than red a broken mirror behind her head Wait. only a victim, only a victim, only a victim, of what who why me
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 3:31 PM UTC
Filling it in.