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 Dec 2014 A
Tom t
Be Warned
 Dec 2014 A
Tom t
loving someone
unconditionally
seems to only result
in you being hurt
unconditionally
 Dec 2014 A
fiachra breac
Sorry,
 Dec 2014 A
fiachra breac
I know you're hurting, sweetie, and it's breaking my heart. I keep seeing all these horrible things in my sleep and it's scaring me.
I want to tell you so much, but I'm afraid I'll hurt you again - and I cannot do that.

I wanted to **** myself, and I don't know how I'll tell anyone that, let alone my best friend. I prayed for the end; I knew how I was going to do it: and then an angel showed up.

There are moments when it feels like it's better, but sometimes, they hurt the most, because they are so fleeting.
I don't know if it'll ever get better, darling, but sleep tight, you hear?
Sleep...

Don't you go worrying about me, I'll be fine. It's probably just a phase. I'll be fine in a few weeks, or a month, or a year.
Chin up, darling, you're doing great.
 Dec 2014 A
Liz And Lilacs
I don't see a future me.
A me with kids,
A me getting married,
Me as a lawyer, like I used to want.
I'm not even sure
I'll get through this year.
It's hard to envision a future
when you don't have hope.
Just have to make it to graduation, right?
 Dec 2014 A
Liz And Lilacs
A man once loved her
She warned him to stay away.
She was a monster,
She liked to hurt.
She knew she would hurt him,
Because she couldn't understand
Why he would love her.
He grew sick of her self hatred,
He didn't want to see her scars.
She couldn't write love poetry for him,
Because she doesn't believe in love.
He gave up on her,
and she wrote more poems.
 Dec 2014 A
Devon Webb
I keep
forgetting to
forget you,
neglecting to
regret you.
 Dec 2014 A
Lisa
Twinkle Lights
 Dec 2014 A
Lisa
Staring at the soft glow
Suffering through fight after fight
I say I'm okay
But in the end
Today is just another day
When I look at your face
It makes me want to wither away
But for today, Christmas
I swore a tear I never would shed
 Dec 2014 A
Peter Duncan Seifarth
I’m envious of the bee’s
Ability to be.
Their ability to see
So much better then me.
They are born and they live.
They live and they die.
The whole while with only one goal in mind.
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