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kayla-git
kayla-git
I love drinking tea, reading, relaxing and enjoying life.
I am a glass half full And half empty My life is harmless, but also deadly. I smile and laugh without any fears But late at night I drown myself In my own demons and fears
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Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 4:24 PM UTC
Ambivalence
You      Are             A                  *****
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 10:45 PM UTC
*****
I like to smile at people who dislike me because I am an *******
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 10:44 PM UTC
Me
hot baths, breakdowns, too close, too loud. lost, alone, confused, worthless. self-image, self-confidence, self-love. questions. "What do you want to be when you're older?" "Where are you going to college?" "How are your grades?" How are my grades? How am I! I'm breaking down every night, crying in the shower, trashing the organized file cabinet of my mind, scouring every inch of my consciousness trying to find out who I am. Emotionally unstable. Lost. Mentally unstable. Lost. Ask me how I am.
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC
Untitled
Update: Update, Update, Attention Non Believers, I simply refer everyone to the poem from last week called THE Ohio State Buckeyes. I will now take your apologies in the comment section please..lol. DON'T ALL LINE UP AT ONCE. THE Ohio State Buckeyes THE Ohio State Buckeyes We will roll the tide We will sing our victory song to you It will happen New Years night THE Ohio State Buckeyes Our team at number four We now take on number one Then we'll show them to the door THE Ohio State Buckeyes Champions of the north The Big Ten best above the rest There's no discussion anymore THE Ohio State Buckeyes We will wear the crown once more The Bama team should be afraid The Urban Legand'so at the door We Are THE Ohio State Buckeyes Poem by: Carl Joseph Roberts O.H.
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
Buckeye Pride
You gave me your jacket on a cold day When you saw how I was shivering and miserable "Take this" And you smiled as you handed me your dark grey jacket I wore it And instantly felt the warmth Not only from the jacket But from the kindness you showed someone like me I still have the jacket Lying to you saying, "I left it at home again" You still tell me that it's okay for me to keep it And I dunno why but I always tell you that I'll bring it the next time I guess I still want to keep the jacket I wear it when I feel lonely or sad But also want your scent on it again The smell of you and your favourite deodorant... it comforts me for some reason I'm giving it back to you tomorrow So you can wear it again And then I'll find a way to trick you Into giving it back to me
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 10:41 PM UTC
Your Jacket
I'm not hungry. I'm not hungry. they yell at me to come and eat. I say I'm not hungry. my stomach is aching with hunger. but I just say I'm not hungry.
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
Hunger Haunts
you are my 11:11 wish. every    day. you.      I always wish that you'll text or call or show a sign that you care.        you were my 11:11 wish.                  but you're not anymore.
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Dec 31, 2014
Dec 31, 2014 at 2:57 PM UTC
11:11
the moment you walked away, I knew. I knew I was going to be put in misery until the next time I saw you. that last hug, that last final hug, made me want you to stay. watching you walk away, my heart started to hurt. because I realized, my time with you for that short amount of time, meant nothing to you. my heart sank in a pool of gloom, when you walked away. my mind went dark, and even though we still talk, it feels like we don't. your absence makes me tremble. I'm longing your presence to be here with me, right now. to see you again. to hug you again. and not have to have that last final hug.
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
Last Final Hug
sometimes I think about the world, and imagine what it would be like if it were different. if middle aged adults didn't have to drain themselves to their dreading jobs every day. if teenagers didn't have to drag themselves to a living hell. if teenagers weren't so expected of. if they were just average kids, not stressing about every little detail that comes to mind. if toddlers and youngsters didn't rely on iPads and iPhones to have a decent childhood. if only there was a way, to make it all go. to make all the pain and agony leave this horrid lifestyle. if only, things were different.
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 10:31 AM UTC
different