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lori
We are like the forest. We need a lot of small disasters so that we don't burn to the ground. We are like tectonic plates. We need a lot of small adjustments to prevent a huge upheaval. We are like one another.
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May 19, 2013
May 19, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC
We are like the forest
Am I a ***** for being persistent? For studying antibiotics that are becoming resistant? Observing chemicals that dissolve in an instant? I just want to help. Is it stupid to keep trying? After each test, sniffling, crying? Just seeing my grades and hoping they're lying... I just want to help. Am I obsessed with making things harder? Is it my fate to fail? In the future, can I barter for a better life than being a martyr? I just want to help.
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Feb 20, 2013
Feb 20, 2013 at 10:35 PM UTC
Sissyphean
Someone to come along and make me feel special again at least until they make me feel terrible again until I start to feel helpless and out of control and stupid and different from how I know I am and everything that I used to be made of
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Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 9:30 PM UTC
I want
If I could be honest about you I'd say "Go **** yourself, you *****
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 10:51 PM UTC
Untitled
I get excited when I see a cut start to heal The old skin gets flaky and just falls off and you can see the progress your body made in healing itself The layers of your wound start to change Cells divide, span together and form sheets of new, tiny, improved parts They get stronger It is evidence my body is efficient, fighting infection and protecting itself Sometimes I’ll try and pick away at the healing skin To see how quickly I’m improving I peel and pick and scratch to find the new skin underneath The new me The better me But when I peel and pick and scratch to find the new skin underneath I make a new wound.
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 12:53 AM UTC
Picking at Scabs
It was a fantasy, a fever dream, it wasn't real It was a hallucination, it must've been Because there's nothing left now How could there have been something when now there's nothing? I knew it.
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Nov 14, 2012
Nov 14, 2012 at 12:24 AM UTC
It was a fantasy