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at this moment in time, i can't tell if being heartbroken would numb me or **** me ? -a.lorraine

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Sep 22, 2018

Sep 22, 2018 at 4:27 AM UTC

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at this moment in time, i can't tell if being heartbroken would numb me or **** me ? -a.lorraine

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she was the antidote to his madness. he was the cure for her sadness. -a. lorraine

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Aug 11, 2018

Aug 11, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC

small rhyme

she was the antidote to his madness. he was the cure for her sadness. -a. lorraine

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the feeling of peace and calmness seems to come at an unavoidable price like killing brain cells or losing an arbitrary piece of your memory like the details to a scene in a good film or the exact measurement of cream in a recipe, but then you question why these things would matter on a deeper level than common small talk between occasional acquaintances who may never care to bring it up again. So you just continue to inhale that good **** -a.lorraine

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Jun 14, 2018

Jun 14, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC

****

the feeling of peace and calmness seems to come at an unavoidable price like killing brain cells or losing an arbitrary piece of your memory like the details to a scene in a good film or the exact measurement of cream in a recipe, but then you question why these things would matter on a deeper level than common small talk between occasional acquaintances who may never care to bring it up again. So you just continue to inhale that good **** -a.lorraine

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she deserves a better version of you not this diversion of you. take her on an excursion with you show her the conversion of you. -a. lorraine

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Jun 13, 2018

Jun 13, 2018 at 10:44 AM UTC

do better for your queen

she deserves a better version of you not this diversion of you. take her on an excursion with you show her the conversion of you. -a. lorraine

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write for yourself meaning if you write for anyone but- you will eventually forget what your own voice sounds like. - a.lorraine

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Jun 13, 2018

Jun 13, 2018 at 1:53 AM UTC

a piece of advice

write for yourself meaning if you write for anyone but- you will eventually forget what your own voice sounds like. - a.lorraine

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people will come and go in your life like you’re a ******* grocery store. you have many good things to offer. they may take from you. they may give to you. they may simply move on if you don’t have what they want. you’ll be there when it’s convenient. you’ll close when you feel like it. but for the most part you’re always open. they might have not been around, but you’ll be in the exact same place they left you. - a. lorraine

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Jun 12, 2018

Jun 12, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC

remember:

people will come and go in your life like you’re a ******* grocery store. you have many good things to offer. they may take from you. they may give to you. they may simply move on if you don’t have what they want. you’ll be there when it’s convenient. you’ll close when you feel like it. but for the most part you’re always open. they might have not been around, but you’ll be in the exact same place they left you. - a. lorraine

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dear girl, you don’t know it now, you won’t believe it now, but here’s the truth. one day not long from today, you will be loved by someone who accepts you even on your most unapproachable days. and believe me, you will have plenty. you might do everything in your power to combat this kind of unexpected life you’ll live. you believe you do not deserve him, but you’ll give up fighting. like i said, he’ll love you on even your most unapproachable days. unconditional and deservingly. sincerely, an older you who’s still learning

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Jun 12, 2018

Jun 12, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC

a letter to the seventeen-year old me

dear girl, you don’t know it now, you won’t believe it now, but here’s the truth. one day not long from today, you will be loved by someone who accepts you even on your most unapproachable days. and believe me, you will have plenty. you might do everything in your power to combat this kind of unexpected life you’ll live. you believe you do not deserve him, but you’ll give up fighting. like i said, he’ll love you on even your most unapproachable days. unconditional and deservingly. sincerely, an older you who’s still learning

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You are walking through what seems to be a narrow hallway. Bodies stick to the walls, complacent with the space given, bumping shoulders, shaking hands, saying hi, saying goodbye. You hold your school bag closer to your chest. There is a laptop in there-- pens and notebooks. Things you need. Things you cherish. And as time will not stretch, you make your way to class, do not worry, -- it will quickly pass. The ceiling lights in the classroom are dull, dying, uninteresting. Bodies file in, breathing heavy, sighing heavy. As the florescence seems to keep you further away, it is dimming you as well, repressing, submitting-- only you cannot tell. He speaks redundantly. Hands raise high- do they even know what they are going to say?- you wonder this at every selection. He points to she and he and they. They who are chosen, loud and bold. He says "YES!- You are right ma'am. Let us begin to unfold."

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Apr 27, 2016

Apr 27, 2016 at 8:53 PM UTC

Tuesdays and Thursdays

You are walking through what seems to be a narrow hallway. Bodies stick to the walls, complacent with the space given, bumping shoulders, shaking hands, saying hi, saying goodbye. You hold your school bag closer to your chest. There is a laptop in there-- pens and notebooks. Things you need. Things you cherish. And as time will not stretch, you make your way to class, do not worry, -- it will quickly pass. The ceiling lights in the classroom are dull, dying, uninteresting. Bodies file in, breathing heavy, sighing heavy. As the florescence seems to keep you further away, it is dimming you as well, repressing, submitting-- only you cannot tell. He speaks redundantly. Hands raise high- do they even know what they are going to say?- you wonder this at every selection. He points to she and he and they. They who are chosen, loud and bold. He says "YES!- You are right ma'am. Let us begin to unfold."

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When you look at me, what do you see? *I see a transparent body, outlined by bold black ink, a distant reflection of me* You see nothing, yet you see me? *I see nothing but those behind you and those walking through your outline, yet I see who you should be* If I were to disappear, what would you do? *I do not know considering, you are not there. You are like air* If I am like air, can you feel me brush against your skin? You are not as strong as the wind; you are like the air I breathe in Why are you the only one who hears me? I hear you because I am the mirror of your outline, I respond by showing you the truth of what you only choose to see How do I fill myself in? Become visible and whole? You find your true colors and escape into your soul A.L.W.

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Apr 13, 2016

Apr 13, 2016 at 12:46 PM UTC

True Colors

When you look at me, what do you see? *I see a transparent body, outlined by bold black ink, a distant reflection of me* You see nothing, yet you see me? *I see nothing but those behind you and those walking through your outline, yet I see who you should be* If I were to disappear, what would you do? *I do not know considering, you are not there. You are like air* If I am like air, can you feel me brush against your skin? You are not as strong as the wind; you are like the air I breathe in Why are you the only one who hears me? I hear you because I am the mirror of your outline, I respond by showing you the truth of what you only choose to see How do I fill myself in? Become visible and whole? You find your true colors and escape into your soul A.L.W.

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unheard unseen unconscious uninterested unloved unwanted unbecoming unable unnamed unattached unattractive unbounded unchanged I feel all of these things at once.

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Apr 9, 2016

Apr 9, 2016 at 1:06 AM UTC

I feel.

unheard unseen unconscious uninterested unloved unwanted unbecoming unable unnamed unattached unattractive unbounded unchanged I feel all of these things at once.

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