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yourmom
Neither/United States Writing out my story, one word at a time
When you find love, open your arms wide. Tell love that you’re happy it has finally stopped by to say hello. Tell it to make itself feel comfortable. Never ask how long it’s staying, Because you may not want to know the answer. When you find love, It may not be at the time you think is right. It may come in the midst of chaos. But please, make sure you take the time to care for that love. Make it feel safe, warm, and secure. Make love feel better than it ever has before. When you find love, It may not look the way you thought it would, Or the way you remember it. It may be harder this time. It could be darker, heavier, and more difficult to keep up with, Or it may be lighter, and easier than ever. It may be younger. More jittery and less mature. Full of laughter and adventures. It may be older, but still just as beautiful. Calm and passionate, and always level-headed. When you find love, Tell it how beautiful it’s looking today. Make love smile. Make it feel better than it did the day before. And once you find love, Keep it in your grasp for as long as possible. Never let it slip from your fingertips. Love is kind. Love is laughter. Love is security. Love is passion. Love is beautiful. Please, never let love feel any other way.
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Apr 17, 2018
Apr 17, 2018 at 5:20 PM UTC
When you Find Love
love isn't always an open door
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Mar 25, 2018
Mar 25, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
Frozen
Pray for my well being Let me be free Escape my mind Answer the questions I can't ask Stop and breathe when I can't catch my breath Ease my body Please.
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 10:27 PM UTC
Please
Please, let me love you. Because sometimes, just for a second, it teaches me how to love myself.
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Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 10:24 PM UTC
Just for a Second
There was a hard lock down drill at my school today. This means that we had a practice run of what would we would do if there was a shooting. We hid under desks, behind walls, and inside cabinets. There were whispers among students, because we all knew that it was just a drill. A practice. Made up. We all knew it wasn't real. But what if it was real? What if the last time I took a breath, was in my fifth period history class? What if I never got to see the outside walls of my high school again? I never got to college? Got married? Had children? What if my entire life story was washed away because someone decided to take a gun into my school, and take the lives of innocent students? World, was has happened to you? Why do so many feel like they have to take the lives of innocent people, in order to gain something for themselves? Why are we letting this happen? My biggest concern isn't what I'll do in math next week, or what tests my teachers have planned. It's if we'll make it that far.
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Mar 22, 2018
Mar 22, 2018 at 11:38 PM UTC
Practice for Reality
I am the silence before the lightning. The roll of thunder before the rain, and the calm before the hurricane. I am the cry of an wolf, and the roar of a lion. I will not be shaken.
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Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
I will not be shaken
Do you not understand that no means no? That stop means stop? That all of this could be over and done, if you would just listen to what I have to say? You call me names because I tell you to leave, and you talk down to me when I don't want to hear your apology. You say you want to make peace, but you only want to hear your side of the story. You say that I'm wrong. That this is my fault. But oh, my friend, you are the one at fault. None of this can fall back on me. So please, just leave me alone. That is all that I ask. I need to clear my head, because all you're doing is clouding it up. Please listen to me now when I say no, since the first time wasn't enough.
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 12:18 AM UTC
No Means No
The biggest storm wasn't the one outside, beating against her windows, and flooding the streets. It was the storm inside of her, beating against her heart, flooding her eyes.
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 11:56 PM UTC
The Storm
Dear Best Friend, Thank you for the happiness you've given me. You've been the only spark of light in my darkness before, and for that, I'm forever thankful. You keep me smiling when I don't want to, and keep me up when I want to shut down. Thank you for not letting me shut down. Dear Best Friend, Do you even realize how beautiful you really are? Your beauty, grace, and kindness shine through any trial put in front of you. To me, you're just as beautiful on the inside as you are on the outside. I love my beautiful best friend. Dear Best Friend, I'm almost done with my thank you, and I wanted to end it like this: You've given me more than I deserve. You've given me second chances, and thirds when I can't seem to get it right. You've given me the backbone I need to keep myself up, a helping hand when I needed the support, and an ear when I needed someone to listen. You've been there for me through every heartbreak, every cry, every tear, and every doubt. You've been my saving grace. You help me more than you know. Dear Best Friend, Thank you for all that you do. I love you.
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 9:40 PM UTC
Dear Best Friend
I put my heart in your hands, and for a while, you kept it. I put all of my love and trust into you, and you held it for a very long time. You held it safely in the grasp of your fingertips. Softly, in the palm of you hands. You kept me warm, and you made me feel safe. You loved with passion. With strength, and tenderness, too. You made me feel beautiful. I liked feeling beautiful. One day, your grasp on my heart gave out, and you stopped loving. You let me fall, and let me hit the floor, without a single warning.
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Feb 14, 2018
Feb 14, 2018 at 9:09 PM UTC
Without a Warning