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krys
New Zealand
Fear Is a glue That holds your once-broken-heart Together Eventually it dries. The fear Evaporates from Your mind. You forget. The glue is gone. Your heart strung high As ever. And then you fall IT falls. Fear is the glue that Holds together Your broken heart. It dries. You forget. Fear helps You heal.
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 11:06 AM UTC
Fear is a Glue
Mama always said that Repeating something Over and over Will wear down it's meaning. Or lives, are the same way. Watch the sunset Often enough And it just becomes 6 p.m. Make the same mistake Over and over And you stop calling it a mistake If you just wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up Wake up One day you'll forget why. Nothing is forever, mama said.
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 8:51 AM UTC
Mama said
We are just going going going, turning the gears of society's machine. I complain often, They want They take They **** But, we are they. WE Are the ones you and I so often Blame For killing The spirit of our younger selves, We are the ones thinking each other crazy What for? Doing doing doing what THEY want Why are you for conforming To such a cruel world? Such as society goes. They are infinite They are insatiable. We are they and It's so ******* stupid Because they are hating and judging and We promise we do neither. (Come on, you'd never) We are the society We hate And we refuse To acknowledge it because It stirs our stomachs, It makes us feel so bad. Who cares though, right? I mean, seven billion people Can't go wrong. It's not us against them. We're them. It's not me against you. Because it's us against ourselves. Them against themselves. You against you and me against me. **** society.
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 7:02 AM UTC
Society is ****
White walls press down on me Squeezing my chest Robbing me Of precious Precious oxygen White walls Make up My home The home From which I cannot Escape White walls I love But they're Killing Me
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
White walls
There once was a girl She lived in the woods. Afraid of the world Trying to survive. There once was a girl Who hid in her books. Never leaving her room Fearing them. There once was a girl Who waited all night. Never showing emotion Until the night. There once was a girl Who lived on the moon. Wondering what it was To live on earth. Except they were all the same girl. On earth. Hiding from them Hiding from him. Hiding from you.
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Jun 4, 2015
Jun 4, 2015 at 4:16 AM UTC
There once was a girl
What is the natural night, of when no technology does buzz And none can see. When no cars zoom and there's lots of room. Long sleep No shadows creep. What is of the natural night?
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 7:24 AM UTC
Night