teresa-kay-dockeryWhisper

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After-tasteSometimes I wonder what you think of me. Do you hate me? Do you call me names? Put me down? Laugh about me with your friends? Those thoughts hurt. I don't like to think those thoughts. / I often have to remind myself that it is none of my business what you think of me. It's simply not. Those are your thoughts and you have them for whatever reason and that is okay. We are both grieving and probably coping differently. / In a few months time I know I will just be a memory for you and you will just be a memory for me. I hope by then I still won't be just a bad after-taste.
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Feb 9, 2014
April ShowersI thought my essence / might hang on your hoodie / that I wore to bed
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May 11, 2013
A suicide noteShe would learn to fly / by jumping from high heights
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May 13, 2013
beingYou got under my skin / You flow through my veins / I feel you in my finger tips
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Feb 9, 2014
Benefit of the DoubtI don't think he understood / when I told him "no" / And when I tried to squeeze
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May 11, 2013
BreakI don’t think it takes much to fall in love / Sweet whispers of cute nothing’s / dance through your head
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May 11, 2013
Demons & monstersI hate that I have nightmares about losing you. / They’re too real and they’re too scary. / I'd rather dream about demons
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Oct 25, 2013
Don't botherbut I wouldn't believe them even if they did tell me I was beautiful, so what's the *point*?
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May 15, 2013
edFor the month of may her heart was gray and she only ate three apples / In the mirror she watched herself and on her cheeks were tears / She enjoyed the sin of eating but felt the fat pile on her body
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May 11, 2013
Express YourselfI hope you think in poems / Or your heart speaks in songs / And maybe you feel with colors and a paintbrush
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Jul 28, 2013
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