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rookelyn
i'm alive. i'm sixteen and smart enough to have realized that i am never going to be as young as i am today. i am roughly five thousand four hundred and eighty days into my life & i know that that number is never going to get any smaller. just in the same way that i had my period two years ago & the doctors say "rooke, it may come as a bit of a disappointment, but you're probably never going to get any taller" i'm going to stay four foot nine. and just because that number signifies that i can't ride a roller coaster at six flags doesn't mean i'm not going to have a good time. because i've got other things going for me.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:56 PM UTC
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i don't wanna overdose on anything unless it's **** & confidence.
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
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i think i like vomiting because it gets my insides out. i don't have to scream. i don't have to shout. all i do is drink.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 8:01 PM UTC
disintegration
i dislike attachment. conformity like the majority of the rest of the level-headed, well-rested. i choose not to be particularly interested in anything related to the correspondence of two human beings.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 7:58 PM UTC
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i aspire to write great poetry, where words carry the remains of the inconsolable population inked with misery. i've bathed in the conclusion it's the only factual part of me. concrete & sturdy. practitioners drain me of life then use my own words to keep me strapped & straight on a gurney. & then they carry me away.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 7:52 PM UTC
non compos mentis
i won't deny the fact that i've indulged in their words. pulled myself up off the ground and shook of the ******** absurd kinda whatever-the-fuck they throw at me. and although i've dipped my toes into the negativity, you're crazy if you think i'm planning on playing the victim.
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Aug 7, 2017
Aug 7, 2017 at 7:30 PM UTC
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