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"I should have done something, I should have known. It's all my fault she's gone." Suicide is not someone's fault, it is someone's choice.
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May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC
Choice
I tried to draw you today But nothing from my pen Would come out To not only see you In my dreams But also on paper If only on paper I tried to draw you today But I guess even my pen knows It is better to leave you in my imagination
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Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 1:11 PM UTC
Ink
You are the reason I am now afraid of dying.
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 4:02 AM UTC
You (10w)
I have been his target practice For quite some time now He has shot his love arrow At me thrice to this day He has witnessed me get lost In the eyes of another Seen the hidden gestures of love Under tables, in abandoned places He has smiled and smirked at me Gush and blush over the wonderful beings He aimed at just for me And then he would do it When he sees I have finally Reached the point of no return When my heart has invested more than I can offer He does it He pulls the arrow right out of the back of my partner And somehow always forget to remove mine So here I am Still stuck with three arrows Three arrows I cannot take away
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 3:48 AM UTC
Cupid
I want you more than You want me I worry about you more than You worry about me They say love should not Have comparisons But what if I am more afraid Of losing you than you are of me
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Sep 4, 2014
Sep 4, 2014 at 3:43 AM UTC
Compare
We drew up blueprints of our future Knowing we would see it pan out together I guess now we have figured out the difference Between knowing and hoping
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 7:23 AM UTC
Silly
Many have treated me like I am one of the ideal girls People pertain to in comments such as "I feel invisible when she is around" or "The girl who has it all — from boys to body" Society constantly presents those different from Me to be the image of insecurity Those very much bigger than me Those whose arms sag more than mine Those whose faces are not structured like mine And at this point Many, if not everyone Would think I am being Heartless & cruel Describing these women Who are different from me As if it is only their right To feel insecure As if it is my responsibility To feel good about myself To look at the mirror And see a flat stomach A nice 27-inch waistline And feel content As if I have no right To complain To complain about all bones No ***** No right to complain about eating so much For the sake of at least looking healthy They make my figure look like the ideal I do not want to be the ideal I should not be the ideal.
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Aug 27, 2014
Aug 27, 2014 at 5:20 AM UTC
Ideal
If the hands of time could stop I would tell them to For in a few years Our lives will no longer be the same If the hands of time could stop I would tell them to For you will be off to follow your dreams And I to follow mine No longer will you annoy me With your laugh and bother Me with your beautiful concern No more sighs at my corny jokes Or death stares at my weight comments If the hands of time could stop I would tell them to For I will not always see one of The most wonderful people on the planet If I could I would But I cannot Time will let me witness you blossom During the Springtime of your life I will watch you turn your dreams Into an unbelievable reality I will see you love I will see you learn I will see you grow It is now that I realize I am grateful That the hands of time cannot stop
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 11:31 AM UTC
Time
I will not write about you. I will not write about how you send me to Places I have not been to in quite a while With words that revive the comatosed Butterflies in my stomach Nor will I write about how your hand behind My back sends goosebumps to my heart Up and down like strumming guitar strings A song I would not want to end I will not write about how you caress my thigh Making me wish the hands of time would stop For a moment, so that yours would still be on me How your chin is like a puzzle piece That finds its way perfectly upon my Shoulder as we ride up the escalator I will not mention how many times I have wished it Was not "you and me", but "us" No, I will not write about all of that. I will not write about you. I will never write about you.
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 12:36 PM UTC
I Will Not Write About You