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lanafraser
South African i'm not a happy person and my emotions either contradict themselves or remain unknown
there's this girl; lets call her katherine katherine is sad; katherine is sad all the time. when katherine gets sad it hurts and when it hurts, it hurts a lot katherine wants the pain to stop. katherine has scars.
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Sep 13, 2013
Sep 13, 2013 at 6:37 PM UTC
let's call her katherine
i fall asleep with plans to change the world i wake up wondering why it didn't end in my sleep
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Sep 11, 2013
Sep 11, 2013 at 6:39 PM UTC
but
palm to palm let's sway; dance my doubts away nothing short of feigned hope, we shuffle in kaleidoscope but we moved as if we knew traits of love no timidity for the below or above
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Sep 10, 2013
Sep 10, 2013 at 3:06 PM UTC
dance with me
i am a star; a dead star so out of this world you, on earth soul still intact untouched by realities, look up the light you see is a lie for reality is, i am dead
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 1:40 PM UTC
stars of misdirection
so i considered, pictured every person who i thought might take the time to listen to let me vent and cry and scream until it stopped hurting my album remained empty i'm alone
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 1:30 PM UTC
i don't know
i wish to fall into the deepest sleep possible & not wake up until happiness exists again
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 1:16 PM UTC
drift
i'm so tired of pretending to be this perpetually euphoric teenage girl that's all
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
now you know
come we watch eachother's vermilion beads surface and remain mesmerised in eachother's company you'll whisper i'll stare we'll clean up and you'll show me you love me but love, when i awake they'll be a note and i'll cry and reopen last nights wounds
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 4:28 PM UTC
harmer's love story
i told her i self-harm by writing 'i cut myself' in the middle of her homework diary well, ****
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 3:12 PM UTC
well, ****
but i want to be the drugs he consumes to remind himself he's alive i want to replace his daily blunt; make the day worth remembering oh, i wish to stroke his scars; the way he wished she would i want to show him my wrists and have him read, like brail what this planet of hostility has carved into my skin too
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Sep 5, 2013
Sep 5, 2013 at 2:44 PM UTC
aberrance