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Shock me;
One time,
Twice.
Shoot me;
One time,
Twice.
I revive;
More than,
Twice.
Break me;
Once,
And for all.
I will;
Once,
Breathe no more.
Don't you,
Try;
For I'll die.
I dreamed a dream; I walked on water,
Winds sing through skies in fluorescent colors.
Fingers entwined; our souls melting together,
Caressed by the sun's smile of warm approval.
Upon our wake; fallen dandelions, shed tears,
The earth roaring as remains begin to crumble.
Soft drumming sounds; our feet on sand on water;
Flying through the waves and brushing ocean's edges.
Held me tightly; warmth reverberating through our bodies;
The clouds unfolding to reveal the horizon.
Towards the sun; we flew into heaven through eternity;
Our safe heaven.
first the eyes, then the cheeks goes too;
****! Too much gloss, do it again!
this pants seems to be a little tight;
Look at that fleshy lard filled stomach!
look down, you begin to see the said horror;
They steal you bit by bit, the voice ---
Static, from Magazines and Expectations.
you are getting confused, your thoughts and theirs
No! that is too much for lunch--
breakfast, snack, dinner, everything!
the words becomes ruthless and unrelenting
**** in that FAT stomach!
Don't Rest! More! More Sit-ups! More Time!
your mind, your own, no more;
a personal torture chamber.
all the time -- Listen to Me.
Listen to The Static.
The society is a very ruthless place, a place that has cause much pain and torture to many young women and despite what we know of; many young men are of the same fate.
We often struggle to fit in; to fit into the custom made shapes and sizes, of unrealistic perfection - the acceptable crowd where the popular and the cool stands.
This is not happily ever after, not a perfect ending to the story; this is reducing us to a mere shell of what we once were, to what resembles that of mannequins or zombies, we become The Living Dead.
reaping apart souls, tearing open minds;
the indomitable virus, mental theives.
those slugs crawl into your systems,
dominate your nights with sleepless dreams.
dragging you by the feet,
making you acquire their language;
sharing so much of your memories,
you mistake for your own.
the thin filmsy material;
steel, copper, metal,
it doesn't matter.
push it into my flesh;
for that instance, it becomes titanium,
i am titanium.
the soft tugging temptation,
an acute pain filled sharpness;
the constant flow, an electric like current
willing me to plunge the blade
into my skin
once again.

my conscience begin to blur,
everything turns hazy;
but not my heart,
the heart burns like a flame,
bright and strong.
the slow beading of the wounds,
pairing with the rythm of my heart.
now protecting it,
a layer of amethyst pearls;
it's so beautiful, the most elegant moves,
the most gorgeous pattern ever formed.
and i do it,
once again.
My name is Zara, I want to finish the highest possible education. i want to become the most successful woman and earn lots of money, so I can repay my parents in the best way possible; to let them live the life of their dreams and have whatever they want.

My name is Ashley, I want this name because the actress Ashley Olsen is so pretty. I want to be like her when I grow up, so I can achieve my dreams and act in lots of movies, by doing so also earning lots of money for my parents and bringing them fame.

My name is Jamie, it is actually my best friends name, she has perfect grades. I wish having her name will encourage me to get good grades, so my parents will be happy because that is all they care about.

My name is Annabelle, which also means lovable. I hope this name will make me lovable because I apparently am not, that explains why I am adopted, even my birth parents hated me. Surely my foster parents would feel the same and how could anyone possibly ever love me.

My name is Stacey, which means to be strong and stand up again. I need this name because I cry a lot which signifies that I'm weak and hence the need to stronger, so I can stand up even when people aren't reasonable or understanding to me.

My name is Cassandra, because a friend with this name is really skinny and hence pretty. I need to be skinnier and smaller so that people won't see that i'm just an ugly useless girl, but that I am a young child who needs to be loved just the way only young children deserve to.

My name is whatever-you-choose-to-call-me, they call me so any names I can't bother to fend myself anymore. I have no ambition nor any reason to live, but I can't die because fat girls deserve to suffer, hence I cut myself till a day I've lost enough weight, hopefully things will be better. I am a bad girl that's why my parents hate me so much. I hate myself because I sabotage myself all the time, my life is well and truly ******. I don't know what to do, please sort me out.
Crest fallen stars they glow no-matter,
An alley to the moon.
The strength they possess encompasses the night,
Yielding to be sun at noon.

Battle scars left from the fights,
Those people's heart don't break.
Ripping back beliefs of their own rights,
Their courage haven't fade.
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