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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.
the person who I thought you were
you gave me anything and everything
said you didn't need anything back in return
I trusted you with everything
secrets
telling you anything with a sequence
excusing myself when I shouldn't
you helped me bloom into an average flower
but surely and slowly
I couldn't help but notice you were tearing away
the petals that are a part of me
tearing away the layers of my beauty
my personality

you're now away
and I cant help but feel attached
to your personality that you consumed from me
  Apr 16 Vayla Hemingway
Jaxey
I cuff our wrists together
and tell myself
you're deciding to stay
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