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l(ies)oveI don't love you anymore / but we can still play pretend. / I'll kiss you and hug you and giggle
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Aug 11, 2012
life = deathFear. / Haunting, crippling fear. / At any moment's notice,
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Aug 11, 2012
dolorous noiseI heard your voice again. / It broke me / and new tears ran fresh
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Dec 14, 2011
Memoirs of a [broken] familyDear You, / I miss my brother. I haven't seen him since I was 11. Five years. I'm turning sixteen now and he won't there. Another missed birthday. It hurts more not having him than not having my father does. He messed up. Big time. Too many times. And now he's paying for it. I don't know when I'll see him again but I want to. Today I found a letter he sent my mom. I tried to write him once. Back in 8th grade. The letter was returned saying that the address was wrong. At least that's what Mom told me. I haven't tried again since. I cry when I think of him. I cry more than I do for anything else. I know I have other siblings but this one is the only who left me. Who left me alone. It was like that whether he was there or not. Because of him I had no one for a really long time. And now when I need him again, when I need my big brother, **he's not there**.
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Oct 20, 2010
?Sometimes I can't even comprehend / the way I feel when I look in your eyes / It cuts me to the core
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Oct 3, 2010
Letter to No OneDear Stranger, / I don't need you anymore. I don't think I ever did. I wonder all the time if you were ever really there. As long as I can remember you were gone. All those years, nothing. It was almost as if you were dead. And then you appeared out of nowhere and things changed. I don't know how but they did. Then you did what you did and left again. What can I expect? Of course you left, you had your reasons just like before. I can't say I feel nothing because I feel too much. It hurts a lot and I cry a lot. I can't help it. Every time I think of you or someone mentions you, it hurts. I have one question though. Why were you there for the others and not me? I don't remember you ever being there yet everyone else has crystal clear memories and photos. I have nothing. Did you ever hold me? Because I don't remember ever being in your arms. I only have two memories of you but they don't seem real. They are too blurry to make sense of. I don't think they actually happened. Even though the thought of you makes me cry, I don't want you around. It would only make things worse. My heart hasn't hardened against you, I don't think it ever will. No matter what you will always be a part of me, how could you not be? All I want to say is goodbye. I doubt we will ever meet again. / So long,
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Aug 26, 2010
Plucking FlowersYou know how when you were little you would pick a flower and do the whole "he loves me, he loves me not" thing? Who would have thought things would get so much more complicated than that? That finding or knowing love wouldn't come from pulling a petal off an innocent flower. That plucking flowers wouldn't solve life's dilemmas and catch-22's. What would you give to have that again? To be able to decide what you want or how things are with a pretty little flower. I know I would give nothing. Life is hard but that is the way it is meant to be.
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Jul 27, 2010
Unsung SorrowsInside my love dies / It aches with luscious tears / Creeping into sorrow's bed
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Jul 3, 2010
Something like OdysseusSecondary dreams of vicarious hearts / bruise with the glinting of first light / Showing the wear and tear of living another life
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Jun 9, 2010
NightlifeThe clicking sound of the car door locks is quite audible as we round the corner and drive through the city night. Fear doesn't strike the heart but it lives in the mind. It casts a long, dizzying shadow like a charcoal mistake staining the page. It can't be erased but lightens only a little. Its dangerous claws try to grasp at all it can latch onto. You may slip from its grip physically but Fear still has a hold on you mentally.
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Jun 9, 2010
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