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laura-j
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I'm not a person who collects things I live a very minimalist's life But I have a bag of treasures I keep close to me day and night I sleep on an old painted daybed It squeaks softly as I lay down Most of my clothes are second hand And my shoes a little worn down But I have some precious treasures Hidden in bags of different names Fendi, Burberry and Prada Leathers and fabrics of worldly fame My treasures are hidden deep inside In makeup bags and zippered pockets Shiny compacts full of velvety colors From Paris, Milan and Rome A black cloth bag of 8 tiny bottles Protected from the sun and rain Bottles of perfume oils made in an alchemist's lab With names like Dragon's Milk, Snow White and Bliss A Christian Dior handkerchief or two Hangs delicately inside the bag In case the breeze brings on a sneeze Or I notice a tear in the eye of a friend by Mark Lj
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 1:53 AM UTC
My Treasures
Obsession ~ Some of us go through life And the scars of failures grow Not feeling like we ever fit in Until we can take it no more We try so hard with all our might Asking God for strength and deliverance But in the end we loose this fight And reach a time of decisions A bell goes off in our heads one day That starts the obsession to change It fills our thoughts, our hearts, our minds And we have no choice but to follow it In the end we will find our authentic selves Or we'll likely put a gun to our heads There is no turning back There's only do or die trying If you aren't transgender you won't understand How these things can be so life threatening Until you hear that Bell one day And your lives are turned upside down by Lj
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May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 11:55 PM UTC
Obsession
Sometimes we feel like it's time to give up. There's really nothing more to say. Words have no meaning, when our spirit has been broken, and there's no more strength to fight. People will say, things will get better, they always do. But they don't always get better, sometimes they get worse, just ask Leelah Alcorn. The world at times feels like a weapon. A weapon designed to **** the free spirit, crush anything different, non conformity is the enemy, and it must be hunted and destroyed. But who makes those rules, politicians, teachers or churches, or is it as simple as parents, too concerned with what neighbors will say. Whatever the reasons, no matter the cause, the results in the end are the same. Another statistic to add to the list, Another sweet soul lost. by Lj 2016
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Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 1:22 AM UTC
Broken souls