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shannon-wright
shannon-wright
when you smile when you laugh volcanic eruptions of joy and happiness flow over me like molten lava. eventually the joy cools and hardens to my body. I find myself trapped trapped in your happiness. It seems odd the comparison of happiness and trapped. layer after layer flows over me completely suffocating me unable to move caught in the clutches of the great antithesis of happiness and suffocation
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 11:53 PM UTC
volcano
11:08
 I’ve never been so frustrated in my life. all I want is you and I can’t have you. you are the only person I truly care about and I need you.
who needs who?
my mother asks
 if it's mutual
 that’s how you know it’s real 
 11:09
 crying now 
I imagine as i lay on my bed 
that the pillow is you 
as I trace the lines of your absent body an overwhelming feeling of emptiness occurs
 the feeling 
you get when something you lost is right in front of your face but you can’t seem to find it
 consumes me
 11:10
 I want you
 I need you 
I miss you 
I (insert verb here) you
 I love you
 11:11
 I wished for you 
I wish for you
 I’m wishing for you
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
4 minutes
he's mine. he always will be no matter what even if we're both married to different people and do different things in our lives he'll always be mine.
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 4:34 PM UTC
what is mine
he got better he went from one extreme to the other he went from caring to much about what everyone thought about him to literally giving no ***** about anything. when his depression was really bad he used it as his shield his excuse for everything he developed, in a sense, an invincibility. so that whenever something was wrong he could blame the depression. now he's created a new sense of invincibility because he honestly believes he can do whatever he wants and it won't effect people because he just doesn't care and is oblivious to consequences
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
when he got better
Why is it that when a girl calls herself beautiful, pretty, hot, or attractive, it gets looked upon as being self-conceited? Why is it such a bad thing for girls to love themselves and recognize their own beauty? Why do we always apologize for things that aren’t are fault? Why do we use mirrors to point out every single flaw instead of using them to recognize every inch of beauty that is in you? Why do we spend all our time wishing that we were someone else? Why do we hurt ourselves in order to be successful in the eyes of society? Why is it so hard for us to accept ourselves and know ourselves?
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:24 PM UTC
know yourself: an intro
sometimes I wish I was blind because then I could never see what other people thought of me and all I would hear is the lies they feed my through their mouths. I wish I was blind so that I wouldn’t have go see their hesitant faces show unspoken word about how they really feel. I wish I was bind because I would see the real beauty in people: the invisible kind. I wish I was blind so that I would take more time to listen. I wish I was blind so that I could feel rather and see if I look good. I wish I was blind so that I wouldn’t have to compare myself to everyone else. I wish I was blind because I could match the darkness inside my head with my sight.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
wishes i make
ideal: a person or thing regarded as perfect. perfect does not exist. perfect does not exist. I stopped believing in the concept of being perfect when I started hurting myself while trying to literally squeeze into the mold of the so called shape that was viewed as “perfect”.
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:13 PM UTC
ideals
I use the words "depressed" and "sad" interchangeably because there's something about the innocence of the word 'sad' that makes people listen
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:12 PM UTC
change
the plan was not to fall in love never to fall into the embrace of you never to long for the constant touch of your lips never to crave your touch never to get lost in your smile and laugh never to adore your voice whispering thoughtful phrases never to be consumed by your mind and ideas never to want you so badly and now I'm stuck between my mind and my life
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Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 11:10 PM UTC
leaving the path