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jade-channell
North Carolina I'm an aspiring writer and artist that's just looking for a place to write freely. I lived in Texas for at least 13 years. I then moved to Minnesota where I made new friends and a new life. I had depression for the longest time, but told myself to keep going, that everything was going to get better. After about a year there in Minnesota my mother met someone new and we ended up having to go to North Carolina where I currently live. My life still isn't perfect, but I'm now getting along just fine and I have a whole new set of friends that would give up the world for me and I'd do the same.
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Loud voices cry inside my head screaming for release. I lay quietly on my bed as cold air settles on my feet. The knotting in my stomach is a sure sign, that the voices in my head are slowly making me unwind. No one is there. The silence rings it true, but the voices in my head are sounding what is no longer new. They whisper and scream the secrets that I know, round and round until I give. They are my secret foe. No one will ever hear them and my sanity is slowly slipping. The last bits of my coherent mind are very slowly chipping.
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Apr 28, 2016
Apr 28, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
Sanity
Loud voices cry inside my head screaming for release. I lay quietly on my bed as cold air settles on my feet. The knotting in my stomach is a sure sign, that the voices in my head are slowly making me unwind. No one is there. The silence rings it true, but the voices in my head are sounding what is no longer new. They whisper and scream the secrets that I know, round and round until I give. They are my secret foe. No one will ever hear them and my sanity is slowly slipping. The last bits of my coherent mind are very slowly chipping.
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This is for the girl who's lips are stained with strawberry juice and for the boy who's knees are dirtied because he helped pick them. This is for those summer days where that same boy and girl played in the sprinklers till they were sunburned with a deep red, but still smiled and laughed at the pain it gave, because they had each other to feel it with. This is for that boy who secretly loved that beautifully boyish girl with the glasses and freckles and for the girl who knew this and still kept quiet about it just because she wanted to hear him say the words 'I love you' all on his own. This is for that girl who fought those bullies that were picking on the one she loved and for the boy whom confessed to her that same day with strawberries from a patch they used to go to. This is a story about that one perfect summers day.
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Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 3:59 PM UTC
A Summers Day
This is for the girl who's lips are stained with strawberry juice and for the boy who's knees are dirtied because he helped pick them. This is for those summer days where that same boy and girl played in the sprinklers till they were sunburned with a deep red, but still smiled and laughed at the pain it gave, because they had each other to feel it with. This is for that boy who secretly loved that beautifully boyish girl with the glasses and freckles and for the girl who knew this and still kept quiet about it just because she wanted to hear him say the words 'I love you' all on his own. This is for that girl who fought those bullies that were picking on the one she loved and for the boy whom confessed to her that same day with strawberries from a patch they used to go to. This is a story about that one perfect summers day.
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