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I think I'm ok , I'm no skakespeare . / Here to express / here to be me
I didn’t forget I couldn’t get myself to. I never started I couldn’t bring myself to. Sometimes I wish I could Most times I couldn't help it To try…? To try….? I’ll have to change my heart. It didn’t stop loving you, How hard I worked at that! I throw someone else at it, It would not shift ground. I’d lurch anyone its way; a choke hold, Boomerang, It lands back at your corner; Am beginning to think you took it with you And left me a replica to tinker. Your laughter still staggers round my ear Your touch still makes my skin scale hurdles. Like the path the sun trails everyday to the west My heart settles on you in every way. I didn’t do you any wrong You wronged me neither. I didn’t forget your kiss, How could I, when it was shared. I didn’t forget How could I get myself to?
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Oct 10, 2017
Oct 10, 2017 at 3:03 AM UTC
I Didn't Forget
Mirror Mirror on the wall Wake up for my sake I've been waiting to know if i'm really any pretty after all I've been waiting all fall to know if i really have to be this fake Do i have to get lip injections Just to look like Kylie Do I have to get hair extensions So i can look just like  a Barbie This is tiring ! Do i have to do this just to be appreciated ? This crap is time consuming But yet i don't have a choice , i want to fit in rather than being humiliated It took me years to understand but i think i get it *Pretty is .. a carrot a day or nothing a day Being beautiful is ...  getting that perfect figure by wearing a waist trainer overnight It is being on the surgery table to make at least 20 kg vanish in a day I can't breathe with this thing on but that doesn't matter , some squished up organs won't doing any harm right ? i am already empty inside i have no soul so some rib extractions won't make a difference i have no soul because i just follow the crowd i want the boys to notice me more ha ha and that is definitely supposed to make my parents proud I think i understand what being perfect and pretty is now . No pain no gain right ? To be loved and appreciated i must make changes , drastic changes. for the better right ? I must have curves but a flat tummy I must have a thigh gap but still just enough meat so i can be "yummy" or "hot" I must have the perfect nose and ***** but not something that is too fake I must be smart but yet have enough time to look after myself , do my makeup to look pretty for him or look presentable enough But no presentable isn't knee length skirts and average tops its tight short skirts and crop tops , things that show off my body , things that show off "their woman" . So to sum it up to be loved and appreciated , to get  attention and to feel important to someone . To be accepted i must change I must do so much but yet at the end of the day it is the men that excited that they got "laid" and that should make me proud , should i be happy that i at least fit in the range ? I can forget about school and good jobs cause all i need and want are boys and **** jobs. All i need are my best friends , the diet pills and all those military diet fitness drills. cause that would make me happy , that would make me feel accepted and wanted. So i ask again Mirror are you proud of me ? Am i pretty now ? Am i perfect now ? Can I finally be loved now ? Can i finally be "happy" now ?
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Feb 6, 2017
Feb 6, 2017 at 10:12 AM UTC
Mirror Mirror
Mirror Mirror on the wall Wake up for my sake I've been waiting to know if i'm really any pretty after all I've been waiting all fall to know if i really have to be this fake Do i have to get lip injections Just to look like Kylie Do I have to get hair extensions So i can look just like  a Barbie This is tiring ! Do i have to do this just to be appreciated ? This crap is time consuming But yet i don't have a choice , i want to fit in rather than being humiliated It took me years to understand but i think i get it *Pretty is .. a carrot a day or nothing a day Being beautiful is ...  getting that perfect figure by wearing a waist trainer overnight It is being on the surgery table to make at least 20 kg vanish in a day I can't breathe with this thing on but that doesn't matter , some squished up organs won't doing any harm right ? i am already empty inside i have no soul so some rib extractions won't make a difference i have no soul because i just follow the crowd i want the boys to notice me more ha ha and that is definitely supposed to make my parents proud I think i understand what being perfect and pretty is now . No pain no gain right ? To be loved and appreciated i must make changes , drastic changes. for the better right ? I must have curves but a flat tummy I must have a thigh gap but still just enough meat so i can be "yummy" or "hot" I must have the perfect nose and ***** but not something that is too fake I must be smart but yet have enough time to look after myself , do my makeup to look pretty for him or look presentable enough But no presentable isn't knee length skirts and average tops its tight short skirts and crop tops , things that show off my body , things that show off "their woman" . So to sum it up to be loved and appreciated , to get  attention and to feel important to someone . To be accepted i must change I must do so much but yet at the end of the day it is the men that excited that they got "laid" and that should make me proud , should i be happy that i at least fit in the range ? I can forget about school and good jobs cause all i need and want are boys and **** jobs. All i need are my best friends , the diet pills and all those military diet fitness drills. cause that would make me happy , that would make me feel accepted and wanted. So i ask again Mirror are you proud of me ? Am i pretty now ? Am i perfect now ? Can I finally be loved now ? Can i finally be "happy" now ?
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These feelings that I have I no longer wish to hide, and with this being said, it's time for you to decide. Now is the time for you to settle the final score. This game that we play is not much fun anymore. Tell me exactly what you want. You have kept me so confused. Should I just give up already? What would you have me do? But take all of me or take nothing. Part-time love is not what I want. I will try to make this very clear. You either want me or you don't. All that I really want from you is to be given just one chance. A chance to show you the beauty of a truely passionate romance.
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
All Or Nothing
I feared this would happen someday It did today. I saw you and froze. No, I didn't see you, My heart did. The one you left like a disused ice rink Hemmed in dejection and despair, Collapsed it's roof and Subject to the elements The one that had only words too sweet For your hollow heart to salivate on It didn't die Not a natural death. So I feared you might rouse it again But I cannot question what right you have to that, because I never stopped loving you.
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Jun 30, 2016
Jun 30, 2016 at 3:34 AM UTC
I Feared This Would Happen
I was going to write some Raw truth Alas the backspace overpowered And my ugly truth That I fail to accept was erased It is a fun game That this keyboard This black ink on this temporary white screen Can so easily disappear Can so quickly be erased Without a single trace of it And I pity this page My page That can so easily be erased By this electronic eraser That clears my ugly truth That I can never seem to... ***And **** You will never know the words I was going to say For they were just erased And deleted From this electronic white page By my electronic eraser That distorts my ugly truth That.... **** It's like a magic trick This thing You'll never know my final stanza because Of my contemplative fingers That too easily erase. **** **** **** The writers' fingers go They race I can hear those backspace buttons ringing through the air Of this dead, echoing night Erasing their thoughts Because of hesitation Doubt Contemplation The worry that they won't care About that last line you were itching to write Tell me Do you hear them Loud and clear In the drumming air **** **** **** The writers' words That will Infinitely Be erased.
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 3:50 AM UTC
My Electronic Eraser
Day and night, every hour full of stress Wondering when all of this will be over Wondering if this is good, if this is worth it . And if by the end this wasn't for nothing Time is going slowly yet things must be done quickly I cannot deal with the fact that I am here A place where people have succeeded and made your nightmares a reality Where you finally can meet the huge scary monsters from under your bed This a place where everything happens, good or bad. This is a place I call High School
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 2:28 AM UTC
... Day and Night ... when will it end ?