tijuasgirl - Hello Poetry

Dear life, no one asked you to bring me here. So why did you had to bother? Between us, if only you had asked first you would had known that I would of choosen to stay inexistable. And just for that you are such a *****

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Sep 18, 2014

Sep 18, 2014 at 8:26 PM UTC

tijuasgirl

Miserable.

Dear life, no one asked you to bring me here. So why did you had to bother? Between us, if only you had asked first you would had known that I would of choosen to stay inexistable. And just for that you are such a *****

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innocent girl trusting someone who you barely know foolish girl listening to his lies 'cause you felt sorry don't you know he'll be the end of you innocent girl how could you know? foolish girl once you are in, there is no way out don't you know here is the end of the line.

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May 31, 2014

May 31, 2014 at 7:29 PM UTC

tijuasgirl

Foolish or Innocent.

innocent girl trusting someone who you barely know foolish girl listening to his lies 'cause you felt sorry don't you know he'll be the end of you innocent girl how could you know? foolish girl once you are in, there is no way out don't you know here is the end of the line.

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Dark brown eyes with bags under them telling the world she is tired; dark, long, glumly hair telling us she doesn't care anymore what her appearance looks like. A smile that goes side to side, from left to right showing her white teeth way too much. A big one in fact that could fool anyone, but i'm not anyone. It just leaves you wondering how had her days been going, since when she stopped caring, or did something happened lately that provoke such sadness in her. All she does since two or three weeks ago it's find a chance to shut the world down with her music. At the same time she makes you realize what strength it's all about; yes, she is broken, at the edge of tearing, but she is still standing solid, facing the world, and holding down all the punches life throws towards her. She is just that one girl in class.

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC

tijuasgirl

That girl in class.

Dark brown eyes with bags under them telling the world she is tired; dark, long, glumly hair telling us she doesn't care anymore what her appearance looks like. A smile that goes side to side, from left to right showing her white teeth way too much. A big one in fact that could fool anyone, but i'm not anyone. It just leaves you wondering how had her days been going, since when she stopped caring, or did something happened lately that provoke such sadness in her. All she does since two or three weeks ago it's find a chance to shut the world down with her music. At the same time she makes you realize what strength it's all about; yes, she is broken, at the edge of tearing, but she is still standing solid, facing the world, and holding down all the punches life throws towards her. She is just that one girl in class.

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This is just a soul. A broken soul Looking for a place The place it belongs.

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May 13, 2014

May 13, 2014 at 1:12 AM UTC

tijuasgirl

The broken.

This is just a soul. A broken soul Looking for a place The place it belongs.

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Belonging A word that leaves you wondering A word that leaves you nowhere yet everywhere With no answer Yet, with so many questions "do you belong here? Or there? " "honestly, I feel like nowhere "

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May 13, 2014

May 13, 2014 at 1:04 AM UTC

tijuasgirl

Nowhere

Belonging A word that leaves you wondering A word that leaves you nowhere yet everywhere With no answer Yet, with so many questions "do you belong here? Or there? " "honestly, I feel like nowhere "

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Memories. upon anything, it becomes everything. we keep the good ones for hope we get the bad ones chain to our skin & bones we force ourselves to forget, yet we want to remember everything and anything we cant change it. not anymore. neither escape from it. ... it becomes who we are.

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May 5, 2014

May 5, 2014 at 12:34 AM UTC

tijuasgirl

Define past.

Memories. upon anything, it becomes everything. we keep the good ones for hope we get the bad ones chain to our skin & bones we force ourselves to forget, yet we want to remember everything and anything we cant change it. not anymore. neither escape from it. ... it becomes who we are.

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