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I held you close to my heart
While you kept me deep
Within your teeth
Just a small piece about reciprocity.
The tears were real for the people who were fake
So Now the smiles are fake even when the people are real
 Mar 30 Vayla Hemingway
Kai
Why won't you allow me to live normally?
Why won't you allow me to live in peace?
Can you stop being delusional?
I don't want to be in your delusions
I don't want to be the main focus of your delusions
Stop sexualizing me
It's creepy

Stop pretending to be part of the "normal human" society
You're not normal
You are nearly 50 years old
You live in Australia
You're a narcissist
You talk to minors daily
You're delusional
You stalk my page daily
You harass me
You threaten my life
With a long knife

Now what in the he double hockey sticks is going on?

You claim you're not in love with me
Yet, you decide to write ****** things about me
(which is quite creepy because I'm 12 years old)
You're obsessed with my race
Then you may say my poetry is a disgrace
You criticize my poetry
Then compliment my poetry
Pick a side!
With the rules you'd have to abide!
Don't be a "182 IQ" *******!

Leave me and my brother alone
He won't be manipulated by you
I won't be manipulated by you
He won't be in your "cult" or "team"

You've learned about my Papa after mentioning him a few times
Papa was the thing I referred to you as
Are you trying so hard to be my Papa?
Because I would never refer you as my Papa ever again
He's a kind, strong, compassionate man that spoils me and drinks at night to fall to sleep
Something that you'd never understand

I've told you multiple times to leave me alone
This is my last warning
No Ryan, I'm not going to write a poem about him just for you.
Is there an emergency service
For the mentally distressed?
If someone pretends to care,
Do they love me more or less?
How can I be sure,
When I constantly digress?

I need an emergency service
For the mentally distressed.
Can I escape,
From a world of terror?
Can I escape,
The crushing of dreams?
Can I escape,
The mess we call humanity?
Because if I can't,
Then why is everything I love,
Escaping me?
when the world get harsh
i will run to him
#r
 Mar 14 Vayla Hemingway
kn
the more
you
move
that pain,
it's
where
success
BEGINS.
Maybe God
Sends us nightmares
So our living reality
Doesn't seem so bad
When we wake up.

Until we wake up
And remember
We are living in a nightmare
We can't escape
Except by going
To sleep
                                                           ­                         
                                                               -Megan E. Freeman, "Alone"

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