It's something in the way you laugh
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that sends chills sprinting u and back d my
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just to end up in the unexplored corners
of my flaw filled smile.
Jul 9, 2013
Jul 9, 2013 at 1:18 AM UTC
It was a faint scream I screamed
When you turned to walk away
It felt as if someone's hand
was around my neck
and they were squeezing
the life
(what life?)
out of my already
lifeless body
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
We pick up things
We shouldn't read
Things that tear us apart
Things we could've gone so long without reading
And for what?
To watch ourselves slowly fall apart over words We had the choice to throw away,
But didn't?
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
Looking out her window
tracing the raindrops rolling down
wondering if they'll ever reach the other side
she asks out loud, "will they ever find a home"
like the one she desires to feel welcomed in.
"Will they ever feel the feeling of accomplishment?
The feeling of completion?"
(in which her fragile heart so desperately aches for)
All she's ever wanted is to be loved and accepted, not hated and stepped on.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 5:19 PM UTC
Because she cares
She gets thrown to the dirt
Because she cares
She doesn't notice how much it really hurts.
Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 4:08 PM UTC