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laniace
ver es muy facil, si? see it's easy, yes? yes. sure. yep. easy.
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Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 1:24 PM UTC
to see
i bet we could do it you and i fly to the sky making rhymes, living life i think we could make it i really do twisting and soaring the rain pouring living life i think we could say it the words we tried welcome hello welcome to life i think we could do it you and i but i'm too scared so i guess i'll just sigh
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Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 7:08 PM UTC
prison break
Inside I'm crying hurt deadly happy nostalgic terrified excited hopeful needing hurt Inside I'm lovely annoying rude kind helpful ignorant horrible kind Outside I'm happy sweet shy funny amazing Inside they're needing me but I'm too worried about what's on the outside to worry about them inside
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Apr 22, 2021
Apr 22, 2021 at 3:24 PM UTC
inside
"So she's new, right?" "She must be new." "Or virtual." "Is she his sister?" "Don't be rude, say hi." "LOL, no." "Oof, she's all alone." "So...she's new?" Please talk to me Don't be rude, say hi.
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Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 7:50 PM UTC
"Gossip"
"Why do you want to join?" To lose weight. To make friends. To be popular. "To run faster." "What's your goal?" To become prettier. Thinner. Better. "To run faster." "What are you struggling with?" Weight. Grades. Everything. "To run faster." "What do you need?" Help. Support. Someone. "To run faster."
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Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 3:16 PM UTC
Track
Dear Katie I know why you hate me Love Lani
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Apr 20, 2021
Apr 20, 2021 at 3:14 PM UTC
Dear Katie
It's a dance. A beautiful and deadly dance. The kind where you put on your best makeup, best shoes, best dress, only to fall apart at midnight. The kind where you stay close, pull away, fingertips graze, come together again. Except sometimes, they never return. The fingertips never find each other. They find a new partner to dance with. They never come back to you.
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Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 10:13 AM UTC
Dance
I have an island I bet you think I'm rich. I'm really not. I have an island. People come and go. But I'm the only one who stays. Boats come in and out, drifting by. I meet people for years, or for hours, but I feel a loss as they go. I am an island. All alone. People come and go. They never stay long. For them, I'm a tropical vacation, a place to get away from their problems. But I was made of a volcano. I crumble with every wave. Pieces of me break off. But I try to remain tropical.
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Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 10:09 AM UTC
Island
She reached out "Hi, I'm Belle." She talked first. She wanted it. I tried. We talked. We laughed. We smiled and gasped for air. "You have a beautiful smile," she whispered. She has a beautiful everything. One day. That's all it took. One day. One day gone. Left on read. Never seen. "Hello?" "Are you there?" "..." Now I'm here and they're gone. Inhabitants on my island for a couple days. Stopped by. Said hello. Promised. Then left. "Hey, have you seen her?" "No." "...Oh. Ok."
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Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 10:04 AM UTC
Gone
Out there there's harsh judgement and criticism smart, stronger, funnier, better people failure and society beauty and pain Out there there's a child laughing a butterfly dancing kind people, smart people, successful people, me love, hope, beauty in the eyes of nature not society
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Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 2:04 PM UTC
Out There