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priscillaislove
priscillaislove
We all suffer in some manner or another, sometimes beauty gets festered in the cracks.
Seaside suicide, the most beautiful way to go. To drift into the waves and let the motions of them soothe my aching soul and take my body with the weightlessness & taste of the sea salt.
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
Put me near the sea
Comfortably numb is no longer what I am. Extraordinarily loved is what I am now. It's a joyous and winding road that is constantly changing, and moving, and soothing. All the while only unbearable when you forget to stop, Smell their flowers and admire their weeds.
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 12:21 AM UTC
Don't forget to admire their weeds.
vote for nobody because nobody cares that you're a wage-slave that healthcare is astronomical and college is unaffordable nobody tells the truth about global warming nobody gives a **** about smashing the patriarchy nobody understands that black lives matter and since nobody has an ounce of integrity it's in our own best interest to let nobody have all the power if nobody can stop the endless war and ubiquitous surveillance apparatus that subjects the world to invasive violations of privacy then i will give nobody my support nobody pledges allegiance to all brothers and sisters and organisms on planet Earth and feels the weight of each life crushed by the gears of capitalism nobody sits alone in the school cafeteria nobody begs for change on the front-steps of Goldman Sachs nobody pirouettes atop a Charging Bull nobody stares back at you in the mirror a vote for nobody is a vote for everyone
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Jan 25, 2016
Jan 25, 2016 at 4:48 PM UTC
nobody
No longer do I wish to sell my soul to those who don't deserve a drop of my essence; All for glitter and gilded happiness. I choose to hold onto my soul and most of my sanity, Or at least all that is left.
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Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 9:58 PM UTC
Former Sugar Lover
as the silken webs stick to you an ignorant bliss is written in your eyes you are stricken by a venom inflicted you're caught in a web of lies there's a difference between visible and hidden a difference between spiders and flies you're a victim of innocence once bitten you're caught in a web of lies
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
web of lies - spiders and flies
I want to be all that you're seeing when your broken heart stops beating as the living leaves your being I want to be there to see you bleeding this dream is never fleeing I can't seem to ease this seething as your earthly being is leaving I want to see you cease from breathing
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Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 1:15 AM UTC
vengeance
Love is temporary insanity, put simply. Temporary insanity Is the simplest explanation given, And yet that sounds nowhere near to the meaning of simple. But as I conclude from what I've seen is that this, Is not only the simplest way to put it, but also the easiest way to explain it so that someone could take anything from it.
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 8:34 PM UTC
Take It From Me
My poor little beast, he's not a beast at all. Simply a product of his environmental chaos, and the most intriguing of  them all. He tosses and turns all night, his demons won't let him sleep, but shhhh when the morning comes he'll surely find some to keep. I watch him as he struggles, to keep his ones at bay. But the nasty little ******** they just won't stay away. I give my touch love and time, all because he is mine. My poor big monster loves me to pieces, I know this because he tells me so when I really need it.
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Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 11:51 AM UTC
Monstrous
I love seeing people get entwined in hope with me. As we notice two in the same, And flip them upside down. Two new pieces of good luck From a situation that will otherwise leave you dead ******
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May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 4:02 PM UTC
My two favorite Cigarettes
Good things don't always happen to good people But as I've come to understand, Sometimes these events turn good people into fascinatingly extraordinary beings. For these people KNOW the evil of the world.. Yet, like a field of wild flowers that returns beautiful as always, there remains a relentless effort to be the good in the world. They continue to ignore hatred. They continue to radiate love. & They will always continue to restore hope, even when they have none to offer to themselves. And THAT is the true beauty of a life.
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 4:25 AM UTC
True Beauty of a Life