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I wear a mask to run this charade
To make it seem like I have not yet decayed
Under all my own thoughts and all my self-hatred
Under the harsh image that I have created

I make it seem like I don’t have a care
My true thoughts muted by this mask that I wear
It may seem like I have it all held together
But darling, let me tell you
I am a nightmare
 Mar 2016 Belle Victoria
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Waiting
 Mar 2016 Belle Victoria
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waiting for someone or people.
waiting is really how boring you make it,  put on some music,  think about life, try socializing a bit,  do whatever you need to **** time.

sometimes whilst waiting you just keep thinking about yourself and other kind of stuff whether its good or bad, or just sit back and enjoy the music played from your speakers or headphones and just enjoy the day.

because why make life boring?  if there are so many things you could do to make it less dull.
 Mar 2016 Belle Victoria
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What if all we are is just machines?
I mean, we're all labeled with a name,  ID Card, personal numbers..  we are being judged by the oppresive because of age.

We are supposed to work to earn money and get somewhere.. nowadays it's more about your diploma's and certificates..  what happened to personal and communication skills?

What if we lived in a world where your personal talents make the person you are?
I mean look at us,  the so called "superior"  human race.  we are all just pins and pawns in a major game of politics and oppression.

So I ask you this, Let's become a miracle,  and break free from these chains. And show the world we are dreamers and want this dream to come true..

-R
 Mar 2016 Belle Victoria
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ever have that feeling that when you light a smoke outside it feels so relaxing to just..

sit there,  hear and watch it burn,  watch the ashes float down like snow and just remember..  just remember those good old times,  when everything was fine..  no worries in the world..  

it takes me back you know?  I haven't gotten a clue why I ever started smoking but.. I guess it helps to ease my mind..

and basicly, I guess it takes some of the pain away in life and helps to keep you going to live another f*cking day in this gods forsaken world.

-R
I know you think I'm the girl you've been looking for
I'm not you see,
I'm the storm
I'm the girl your mother warns you about
The girl that will ruin your life
Regret is laced in my blood
Heart break is tangled in the tips of my slitting hair
They name hurricanes after girls like me because they know all the disaster I leave
I'm the lion, never the lamb
My teeth are snarling and when they find nice boys to bite on they don't know how to let go until something has been ripped to pieces
I've tried to learn to be soft but you see I was born the storm
I'm the drug you don't want I'm the poison you really don't need
My snake bite heart ejects venom with my kiss then soon enough my boiled blood will be all over your best pair of Sunday shoes
I've never been a drizzle no matter how hard I try because I'm a ******* thunder rolling lighting cracking storm
I cannot calm the waves in my soul
Or the bombs in my words
I cannot shut of the earthquake that is me, it's been shaking my world since I was 5
I cannot love you right
Some girls are the beach but I'm a forest fire, come any closer and I will burn you alive
I know I'm beautiful in a tragic way
I know you think I'm the girl you've been looking for
I'm sorry
I cannot love you
I am the storm
Poem I wrote through a lot of guilt after I broke up with one of the nicest boys I've ever met, and broke his heart.
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