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hunter-beck
hunter-beck
love is like the season fall it starts with colorful leaves that are bright and beautiful but ends with dead leaves falling off of trees h.c.b.
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Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 1:53 AM UTC
Love
I hope one day I find someone who will give me change they will show me the reasons I want to live and the reasons why I shouldn't want to die because at this moment I'm extremely confused on where I want to be, who I want to be, and why I'm even here h.c.b.
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 12:04 PM UTC
A Change
I once met a girl that made me feel as if we were the last humans on earth we spent most of our days traveling to different coffee shops around the world when we weren't sipping coffee from our mugs, we were blaring our favorite albums down the highway I remember our old faded red jeep that we constantly had to stop to admire the views from around the world as we stopped she would get out and snap different pictures and collect them for memories after we climbed back into the vehicle and drove a few more hours down the road we took our final stop at a small coffee shop that was decorated with many flowers and plants of course this was her favorite considering you never saw her without a small yet vivid yellow daisy stuck in her hair this was the happiest I've ever seen her, with a huge white smile glued to her face as we walked out of the shop and took off in the jeep a few miles down the road we came to a complete stop this time it wasn't to take pictures or admire the view I saw the yellow mug she had with her shattered on the ground I saw the daisy flowing in the wind and the front bumper of the jeep pushed inward with smoke flying out of the engine I heard loud sirens rushing up behind me or maybe those were just in my head my arms were ripped from the glass my head was bashed and bruised making my vision blurred and clouded I called out her name, over and over and over again my voice shaky, timid, and flooded with fear on the day of her funeral I sat for hours in the rain after everyone left I finally told her how mesmerizing and beauteous she was and how I had fallen deep in love with her along the journey I got up, placing daisies and her most cherished yellow mug that I glued back together on top of her casket and walked away
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Jul 27, 2013
Jul 27, 2013 at 12:03 PM UTC
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I once met a girl that made me feel as if we were the last humans on earth we spent most of our days traveling to different coffee shops around the world when we weren't sipping coffee from our mugs, we were blaring our favorite albums down the highway I remember our old faded red jeep that we constantly had to stop to admire the views from around the world as we stopped she would get out and snap different pictures and collect them for memories after we climbed back into the vehicle and drove a few more hours down the road we took our final stop at a small coffee shop that was decorated with many flowers and plants of course this was her favorite considering you never saw her without a small yet vivid yellow daisy stuck in her hair this was the happiest I've ever seen her, with a huge white smile glued to her face as we walked out of the shop and took off in the jeep a few miles down the road we came to a complete stop this time it wasn't to take pictures or admire the view I saw the yellow mug she had with her shattered on the ground I saw the daisy flowing in the wind and the front bumper of the jeep pushed inward with smoke flying out of the engine I heard loud sirens rushing up behind me or maybe those were just in my head my arms were ripped from the glass my head was bashed and bruised making my vision blurred and clouded I called out her name, over and over and over again my voice shaky, timid, and flooded with fear on the day of her funeral I sat for hours in the rain after everyone left I finally told her how mesmerizing and beauteous she was and how I had fallen deep in love with her along the journey I got up, placing daisies and her most cherished yellow mug that I glued back together on top of her casket and walked away
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the scars that hurt the worst are the ones you can't see the scars you can't see are the hardest to heal the scars hardest to heal are the ones you can never forget
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 8:46 PM UTC
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wishing the blanket was you instead the top corners would be your arms anchored around my shoulders the bottom corners would be your legs wrapped around mine                   h.c.b.
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Jul 17, 2013
Jul 17, 2013 at 8:33 PM UTC
Blanket
the little things I miss falling asleep with you waking up with you still there kissing your forehead admiring the sunset that slowly turned to night with stars glowing bright as far as we could see watching all the countless movies that meant so much
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Jul 13, 2013
Jul 13, 2013 at 2:30 PM UTC
The Little Things
Sometimes we are vivid and bright Other times we are plain and dark Sometimes we are sunny and glad Other times we are rainy and sad Sometimes we are clean and certain Other times we are foggy and unclear Sometimes we are even both But no one could even tell us why
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Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 2:54 PM UTC
Skies
I told him its not what he wanted Not when he's lying in the hospital Thinking about how he wish he wouldn't have Realism was finally hitting him He knew death was just around the corner I told him it wouldn't hurt just him It would hurt me too He never has listened to me and never will I feel as if I was the biggest failure And I knew I was It was quick and easy for him but not for me I thought I missed him before Now I miss him more than ever before The final day he took his final breathe I took mine as well
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Jun 26, 2013
Jun 26, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
Suicide