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gracevictoria
gracevictoria
love
Tom is a bit gay But being gay does not make a Man. It is his heart
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 9:44 PM UTC
more than an identity
Woken up to the sounds of his saw; The jarring noise took me from a calm Sleep. Only six hours ago had it been night When I laid sleeping with my love. For years I never had a dream Until the first time he said my name. "Grace?" He asked walking towards me. "Your name is Grace, Right?" In front of me I saw My future. When I slept that night I had a dream. For all the times he spoke to me I felt calm In who I was. He was the one who made me love Myself once again: even in the darkest night. I saw myself grow like a child with him. Night Was no longer full of fear. Welcomed with grace, I joined his life.  Enchanted whit how much one man could love So many things. Passion in everything he did. He saw Beauty in the bare trees. Remaining calm When the world around me fell, he showed me to turn my dream Into a literal vision. My dream Was meant for the world; not to be hidden by the night. He wanted to help create my dream, and when I lost my calm, He was always behind me for backup. "Grace, We're going to create the life you want." I saw The light in his eyes. I fell in love. The house we would build was full of love, dedication to each other, respect for the dream. The amazement in his expression when he saw It come to life was worth the pains. At night We stayed up, whispering until exhaustion. "Goodnight, Grace" It wasn't until I heard those worlds I felt calm With myself, with the world. Calm That this was finally my life. The love I had for him for filling my life with grace. With him it came true. My dream Became our reality. But night Was still sad, for when I closed my eyes and my love I no longer saw. When I woke up, I didn't mind the sound of the saw. The sound was a reminder of his love, And he only loved me: Grace.
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 7:58 PM UTC
Dan's Sestina
Woken up to the sounds of his saw; The jarring noise took me from a calm Sleep. Only six hours ago had it been night When I laid sleeping with my love. For years I never had a dream Until the first time he said my name. "Grace?" He asked walking towards me. "Your name is Grace, Right?" In front of me I saw My future. When I slept that night I had a dream. For all the times he spoke to me I felt calm In who I was. He was the one who made me love Myself once again: even in the darkest night. I saw myself grow like a child with him. Night Was no longer full of fear. Welcomed with grace, I joined his life.  Enchanted whit how much one man could love So many things. Passion in everything he did. He saw Beauty in the bare trees. Remaining calm When the world around me fell, he showed me to turn my dream Into a literal vision. My dream Was meant for the world; not to be hidden by the night. He wanted to help create my dream, and when I lost my calm, He was always behind me for backup. "Grace, We're going to create the life you want." I saw The light in his eyes. I fell in love. The house we would build was full of love, dedication to each other, respect for the dream. The amazement in his expression when he saw It come to life was worth the pains. At night We stayed up, whispering until exhaustion. "Goodnight, Grace" It wasn't until I heard those worlds I felt calm With myself, with the world. Calm That this was finally my life. The love I had for him for filling my life with grace. With him it came true. My dream Became our reality. But night Was still sad, for when I closed my eyes and my love I no longer saw. When I woke up, I didn't mind the sound of the saw. The sound was a reminder of his love, And he only loved me: Grace.
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oh my god I'm so sad.... I'm not depressed I'm not angry I'm just sad sad and empty. lonely. there's nothing else to say anymore. I have no words. I just sit at home wishing I had friends I'm jealous of relationships people can form I can't describe how I feel I have one person and I'm alone when they're not here I'm just sad... someone help me
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 9:42 PM UTC
sadness
it's like no matter how well I know or how many times I experience it or how many times I'm back stabbed I still want to see the good in people. and I still expect there to be good in people and when there isn't I'm disappointed and I'm let down and I'm sad and even more than that- I'm angry I'm angry at them and I'm angry at me. how many times am I gonna go through this before I learn before I find good friends or people who really care about me I need to get my act together to find people who have theirs together.
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May 25, 2016
May 25, 2016 at 11:27 PM UTC
why I cried tonight
I miss the days when we were both happy
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May 7, 2016
May 7, 2016 at 3:16 PM UTC
come back to me
name: grace age: seventeen grade: high school junior social security number: 6- wait when you first meet someone, they'll ask tons of questions. but what's too personal you'll have to decide for yourself. what will I own up to? a lot. I give the straight out truth. staying private isn't a concern of mine. what's one of my truths? I've been on medication- a lot of it. Zoloft, Prozac, Xanax... you name it. depression wasn't a choice but I chose to get help and for me that meant medicine. am I dependent on it? I fear so I lost my dad before he died. drugs are a scary thing. my mom didn't want to see me taken away so we left before I could remember. do I know what really happened? barely. he died when I was six. when I uncovered a sliver of the reality I made that promise. I'll never do drugs I'm in control of my life. chemicals aren't going to affect how I act. except they do. every day. I can't get through my day without them. I learned what happens when I do. the dizziness nauseousness headache horrifying nightmares did someone just call me or am i hallucinating? why is my foot tingling reality of not having it one day. it's called withdrawal. I get it from missing a dose. some get it when they can't find-- whatever they want. is this going to be my life? constant medication or I'm back to depression? who am I without those prescriptions? I can't remember- it's been three years. why do I need this to function? am I dependent? I'm just the same as the rest of them maybe I am doing drugs.
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 10:02 PM UTC
I'll never do drugs
name: grace age: seventeen grade: high school junior social security number: 6- wait when you first meet someone, they'll ask tons of questions. but what's too personal you'll have to decide for yourself. what will I own up to? a lot. I give the straight out truth. staying private isn't a concern of mine. what's one of my truths? I've been on medication- a lot of it. Zoloft, Prozac, Xanax... you name it. depression wasn't a choice but I chose to get help and for me that meant medicine. am I dependent on it? I fear so I lost my dad before he died. drugs are a scary thing. my mom didn't want to see me taken away so we left before I could remember. do I know what really happened? barely. he died when I was six. when I uncovered a sliver of the reality I made that promise. I'll never do drugs I'm in control of my life. chemicals aren't going to affect how I act. except they do. every day. I can't get through my day without them. I learned what happens when I do. the dizziness nauseousness headache horrifying nightmares did someone just call me or am i hallucinating? why is my foot tingling reality of not having it one day. it's called withdrawal. I get it from missing a dose. some get it when they can't find-- whatever they want. is this going to be my life? constant medication or I'm back to depression? who am I without those prescriptions? I can't remember- it's been three years. why do I need this to function? am I dependent? I'm just the same as the rest of them maybe I am doing drugs.
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I think it's a known fact most people with an eating disorder end up pulling away and secluding and closing off. spending more time alone and less time with others. what I don't think is everyone knows why we do this we're hiding hiding from you whoever you are you are against us. you are trying to force the enemy into our hands and onto our plates and into our mouths. the more time I spend around you the more you will notice. notice the signs and the loss and the anger and everything else we so cautiously hide but for me anyway seclusion was hiding hiding from the enemy protecting my guard my so fragile confidence what I felt and how I saw myself. the more I was around others and the food- God the food- the more I realized I needed it but in my heart I didn't want it so i hid from my enemy from myself and from you
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Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 7:41 AM UTC
hunger
the insecurity and awareness of being called out being singled out once at the start to my day and the feeling of self consciousness throughout the rest of it that day it wasn't a bold move or a statement i wanted to look nice but a little lice or a little skin and suddenly I was at fault since when has my back become a distraction how many people have noticed before that one did i am not here for judgement i am here to learn in comfort and the four inches of skin on my back that show through this lace is not enough of a reason for you to take away comfort from my day
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC
a little skin
parents teach us how to take care of ourselves but all we really want to find is someone to do it for us they teach us how to manage the stress of life but they don't want us to handle it alone teach us how to care for and love ourselves but they want someone there if we ever forget how i found my someone
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Nov 3, 2015
Nov 3, 2015 at 5:54 PM UTC
lessons
tokens of thankfulness gratefulness appreciation understanding or attempts to when every try brings them closer to knowing and every effort pulls you closer to them that's the only place you want to be close and safe being reminded what you have and if you have that never let it go be thankful be grateful tears of joy are okay
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Oct 24, 2015
Oct 24, 2015 at 3:31 PM UTC
tears