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after a really long time
i could dream
i could smile in my dream
i could really live
I could never say it
People get me jealous
“Jealous, jealous girl"
Just only because
They got your attention
Your attention is supposed to be on me
At all times
I am your girlfriend, correct?
Is it bad that I don't want you talking to other girls?
Is it bad that I want to cling onto you and cuddle you just to prove that you're mine?
Is it bad that I want to feel your lips on mine relentlessly till we pass out just to prove you're all mine?
Is it bad that I want those girls dead?
Is it bad I want you in my bed?
Is it bad that those thoughts of mutilation was on my mind?
I just want you

Why do you enjoy your “homies" holding your hand?
Why do you enjoy your "homies” to touch you in ways that only I should?
I'm sorry I'm boring
I play the same jokes over and over again
I just want you all over me over and over again

So…. If you want to play that game
I'll be kind and take my aim
I'll shoot fire
I'll tell you someone gave me a hickey
I'll tell you someone was touching my ****
I'll tell you someone had kissed me
All just to make you jealous

Love ya!
Tired of fighting
I just want to get along
I'm sorry that I joke around with you
That's the only way I know how to cope
I'm sorry that I'm too weird
I'm such a ******* creep
I'm sorry that I threaten to touch you everyday
I'm sorry that I touch your thighs everyday
I should change myself
I'm too stupid to notice that's clearly SA
I'm probably too used to it
I probably thought it was normal from all the groping
I know how it feels
Yet I keep doing it
I can't change myself
I can't handle it
Slap me across the face and tell me to be quiet
Go on
Please
It'll help me
Go as hard as you can
Leave red marks on my cheeks
Allow it to bruise
I'll do this for you
Cyberstalked, SA'd by multiple different people, manipulated and yet I decide to pass it on to a different person. I swear I'm such a ******* disappointment. Why do people even enjoy hanging out with me?
Early in the morning.
Birds besides my window, singing songs, flapping their wings.
Bothering my sleep. Go Away!.
The words
I can say
What I can't express

The feelings I get
When someone
Or something
Makes me excited
Makes me want to tell others
I can no longer keep anything to myself
For now
I'm a talking machine

I'm giving people free vouchers for secrets
I'm simply giving and never taking
Talking to the wrong people
And these people
Are leaking my words everywhere

Now
Everything is biting me
Painfully
  Apr 17 Vayla Hemingway
rick
a dog pees on a tree,
so what, that’s average.

a baby has spaghetti
around its mouth,
pfft, that’s basic.

a woman living below you
beats on the ceiling with
a broomstick and tells
you to “keep it down!”
big deal, that’s common.

pulling your member
out of your pants and
stroking it violently
with excitement,

hey, that’s just everyday living.

but, seeing you sitting there
on that park bench,
one leg crossed over the other,
with your dog
and your book
and your sunglasses
while tears of joy stream
down your face
after something you
just read

well now…

you
don’t
see
that
everyday.
The belief that is forced upon me
Everywhere I go
I see something
Someone
Talk about God
And how they need to find God
But they had already found him
They found his book
So
Why would they need to find him?

Reality is based on luck
Not some God in the sky
You can pray
But it doesn't mean that life will get better.
you shouldn't depend on others on how your life goes. its for you to decide how you want to live your life.
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