xandriaaf - Hello Poetry

We; We are the ones who zone out care far too much and overthink every little thing... We are still all of these things. But we have come to accept these things. We; We have learned it is okay to take the occasional hiatus from reality- even if it is with a pair of lost wide eyes We; We have learned that it is not only okay, but good, to care We have learned to care far less than we ever thought possible And something we once thought of as impossible, we learned; We learned to take care of ourselves. We; We have learned to understand and accept what is and is not; what can and cannot be. And we are okay with this. We; We are not lost. We are not hopeless. And we are far from done.

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Nov 12, 2016

Nov 12, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC

We; an update

We; We are the ones who zone out care far too much and overthink every little thing... We are still all of these things. But we have come to accept these things. We; We have learned it is okay to take the occasional hiatus from reality- even if it is with a pair of lost wide eyes We; We have learned that it is not only okay, but good, to care We have learned to care far less than we ever thought possible And something we once thought of as impossible, we learned; We learned to take care of ourselves. We; We have learned to understand and accept what is and is not; what can and cannot be. And we are okay with this. We; We are not lost. We are not hopeless. And we are far from done.

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We; We are the ones who Zone out Care far too much and Overthink every little thing We are the ones who realize things most tend to ignore The fact that Death is inevitable and We are all going to the same place at some point, no matter how well we do in life or how well we play the game We; We destroy ourselves to protect others We wear our vulnerabilities like a warm winter sweater until each and every strand has been pulled loose And like our sweater, we begin to unravel We; We exhaust ourselves before our time has come We see everything for what it truly is The gorgeous facade we were taught as children quickly fades away with a bitter sting And we are left wondering how people still have hope How their eyes still sparkle How they look on with awe When the bitter truth is right there We; We are left wondering how they ignore it And that is the one thing that still amazes us The only thing We; We are done And we are beyond repair

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Sep 5, 2015

Sep 5, 2015 at 8:48 PM UTC

We

We; We are the ones who Zone out Care far too much and Overthink every little thing We are the ones who realize things most tend to ignore The fact that Death is inevitable and We are all going to the same place at some point, no matter how well we do in life or how well we play the game We; We destroy ourselves to protect others We wear our vulnerabilities like a warm winter sweater until each and every strand has been pulled loose And like our sweater, we begin to unravel We; We exhaust ourselves before our time has come We see everything for what it truly is The gorgeous facade we were taught as children quickly fades away with a bitter sting And we are left wondering how people still have hope How their eyes still sparkle How they look on with awe When the bitter truth is right there We; We are left wondering how they ignore it And that is the one thing that still amazes us The only thing We; We are done And we are beyond repair

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We are all born perfect ...society just ruins us

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Jul 19, 2015

Jul 19, 2015 at 6:53 PM UTC

Oh, society II

We are all born perfect ...society just ruins us

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Oh society Corrupt and disturbed you are Where did it go wrong

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Jul 19, 2015

Jul 19, 2015 at 6:51 PM UTC

Oh, society I

Oh society Corrupt and disturbed you are Where did it go wrong

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Only the dead can be bored, for we are just uninterested

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Jul 19, 2015

Jul 19, 2015 at 6:42 PM UTC

Boredom I

Only the dead can be bored, for we are just uninterested

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There is no limit to the lies you can tell ; only the amount of secrets you can keep

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Jul 19, 2015

Jul 19, 2015 at 6:40 PM UTC

Untitled

There is no limit to the lies you can tell ; only the amount of secrets you can keep

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I feel the catch; like dried grass caught in my throat. I know what is to come, yet I fill with panic. hurry...hurry...hurry I search for a haven; a small alcove, a bathroom stall. Somewhere I can allow my body to tear its self apart. hurry...hurry...hurry People our of no aid, it only grows worse with company. hurry...hurry...hurry Shorter breaths. Quicker steps. in, out in, out The noose grows tighter around my slender neck. There is no use. It is inevitable and I am helpless.

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Apr 15, 2015

Apr 15, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC

Untitled

I feel the catch; like dried grass caught in my throat. I know what is to come, yet I fill with panic. hurry...hurry...hurry I search for a haven; a small alcove, a bathroom stall. Somewhere I can allow my body to tear its self apart. hurry...hurry...hurry People our of no aid, it only grows worse with company. hurry...hurry...hurry Shorter breaths. Quicker steps. in, out in, out The noose grows tighter around my slender neck. There is no use. It is inevitable and I am helpless.

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Twelve 'o' one P.M. has struck Stupid ideas come about Stupidity; Dear friend

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Apr 15, 2015

Apr 15, 2015 at 12:10 AM UTC

Dear Friend

Twelve 'o' one P.M. has struck Stupid ideas come about Stupidity; Dear friend

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