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14/F/somewhere lmao idk idk this is where I right my sad shit
Dear Great Grandma, Thank you. Thank you for the loud 4 o'clock steeler games, and the snacks that followed them. Thank you for the Saris' ice cream dates that included and eruption of chocolate sprinkles
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Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
Untitled
in every romance i fall into blindly there’s always a curious tie invisible but inevitable and this one has been yanking my pinkie since December and every time we encounter one another, i can feel the gentle nudge from angels above and the kind whisper from the summer breeze but your pinkie is being tugged by another she holds your heart, and you hold hers and it doesn’t look like you’ll be letting go anytime soon. but when the day comes when your tie gives out and hearts shatter across the cream stained marble floor, i’ll be here waiting patiently for you
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Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC
for you
Like the flower that sprouts in April And buds in early May To rise up to the golden sun And bloom on a bright June day I rose up to your golden light in search for something more yet all I found was nothing, even down to your core Your empty promises wilted me Like a flame to a burning match Still I grapsed on for the life of me when you hardly stayed attached So as fall came around the corner my leaves had blown estray even as a small seed I still waited to see if you'd be back the next day but soon enough it got colder and clouds blocked your radiant light so as I fell dormant, in powdered snow I watched you trail out of sight. As March soon came into view, the ice melted into rain the soil blessed me with new roots My petals felt new, though they were the same Letting go brought pain in the moment and there's no way of knowing when, You too will have your spring and you too will start again.
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Feb 18, 2020
Feb 18, 2020 at 11:48 AM UTC
spring
I am not hot Hot is a bowl of soup or a fresh cup of coffee I am not hot If you touch me will I burn you? You’d think an English major would have wider vocabulary Hot is not romantic hot is merely a weather forecast For this forecast is expecting thunder if you call me hot again But hot is what you settle for Hot is what you say Is hot supposed to make me swoon In some romantic way? Hot will sexualize and demise my self worth Because hot is not me It will label my beautiful with a 50% off sticker And it will place me on a pedestal and shine spotlights on my bare body Yelling slurs from below me and taunting my every move Hot is not hot I am not hot
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Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 11:12 PM UTC
I am not hot
The cool brisk air whips across my skin, the dark salted waves are soon breathed in, inhaling and impaling what now lies grim, the solem ocean blue. It chills my spine, as it's escape unwinds, losing track of time and sight, My eyes go silver, my hair goes gray, I die with infernal night. No ships are looking for my remains, Neptune plays such tortuous games, I'm lost at sea and full of pain, You solem ocean blue. I am the rumors you've heard, the whispers in the wind, the dark of an old folklore, the crazy that lies within. For I am the dead of cool night, a starless sky without light, you shalln't put up a fight, for this very night You'll join me in the solem ocean blue.
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Nov 12, 2019
Nov 12, 2019 at 10:09 AM UTC
solem ocean blue
Your lips are made of sugar, your sweet voice melts my heart You stitch my wounds with candy floss, when I start to fall apart patch my cuts with gumdrops, and dry every tear bite off all the bitter, and kiss away the fear It's nice to have a candyman but what I really want to know is when the sweetness rots away will a sour side start to grow? will this start to bore you? will my face become a dull sight? will you leave my texts on read after pointless fights? will you sell your sweets to another, and leave me blind? because every sweet soul, has a bitter mind
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Oct 21, 2019
Oct 21, 2019 at 1:28 PM UTC
Candyman
I try to keep it all together But everyone is dependeding on me Everything depends on my sucess or my kindess I can't do this I can't breathe this air, or look at myself in the mirror when I hate who I see when I know that I can never stop being the girl that everyone hates the girl that everyone talks about behind her back the girl that everyone glares at and stares at this girl who is selfish and stupid and insolent this cruel, harsh, greedy persona is now permanent shes lost in her ******* mind because the world is just as bad she wants to ******* die, to sleep and cry to let go of her sanity and just fall, fall, fall down into deaths arms because my sickness just makes everyone's life harder and less liveable I just wish I wasn't born as "me" I wish some other unlucky soul had the burden of being this skin slashing human But it fell upon me
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Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 1:31 PM UTC
Suicide
I didn't know you didn't like me I didn't know I made you mad I didn't know I made you cry I didn't know I hurt you so bad I didn't know you hated me so and I didn't think that we would end But when you tell your little fibs, They break shards that refuse to mend. Your cruel words are masked behind a pretty face And your smile leads me on to believe That it truly is okay, but then you say words that leave me deceived. Your vicious claws tear through my skin and you leave me out to bleed, but in some twisted way, you whisper lies into their minds and the blame, once again, rests upon me.
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Sep 3, 2019
Sep 3, 2019 at 10:24 AM UTC
Why are you so cruel?
My heart is in a million different places When all I want, is for it to be here
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Sep 2, 2019
Sep 2, 2019 at 6:57 PM UTC
Self love
In a sea of unfamiliar faces, Some I used to know, I am dragged into the navy abyss And left to stand alone. I’m drowning myself slowly In a fate that I had drawn Because even if they cared The wouldn’t notice I was gone. I’m dowsed in regret and self hate But I won’t say it’s your fault Because you’ll beat me until I’m broken And fill my wounds with salt. I can never be enough for you I can’t be who I am not And when you asked for seven seas I told you one is all I’ve got. A long lasting disappointment Begging to be set free But my cries fell into my stomach When my soul died at sea.
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Aug 28, 2019
Aug 28, 2019 at 12:21 PM UTC
Dead at Sea