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Timothy Mar 2018
I hate my life as much as I love it.
I tried to think about--
drowning myself in the river..
but a drowning corpse is ugly to be seen
I tried to think about--
taking poison in my mouth..
but I'm broke so how will I get one?
I tried to think about--
hanging myself..
but I live inside a cardboard box.
Slitting would be painful.. I don't want to scream.
Get myself hit by a car... would bother alot of people...
not as poetic as I thought....
Timothy Mar 2018
Hide me,
I am not important.
You will only remember me when I want to be remembered
Write these inconsistent words.
To remind you I exist in your world.
Look
At
Our
History
Don’t hide it, never deny it.
But let me tell you this,
I hope you desire not to erase us.
Cause, maybe one day
You would want to relive it once again.
dedicated to my friend who started those first 3 lines of the poem
Timothy Mar 2018
She's that girl standing behind you.
she will laugh at your fails and misfortune
but whatever happens,
she won't leave by your side

she may block you
she may kick you , throw you things
she may hug you, when you least expect it
she is my love
one of the people who introduced me to poetry and mystery :)

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