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 Dec 2019 Bugs Spencer
Bones
Price
 Dec 2019 Bugs Spencer
Bones
i have a price for everything
my trust, priceless
my respect, half off
my love, on sale
my time, worthless
my existence, forever
 Dec 2019 Bugs Spencer
Bones
I wish
 Dec 2019 Bugs Spencer
Bones
I wish i was Icarus, brave and bold
Flying towards the sun with no worries

I wish i was Psyche, soulful and proud
With butterflies and her silver crown

I wish i was Pan, wild and free
with animals and nowhere to be

I wish i was a Muse, talented and seen
with a voice of careless beauty

I wish i was a legend, old and wise
with stories to tell and no binds

But i am myself, loud and spoken
I'm taught by stories, and i want to be one too
 Dec 2019 Bugs Spencer
Bones
I guess starlight doesn’t work
The moon is shattered
And the stars die out
Forty-five minutes of sleep
Is how much I get each night
Never a minute more or minute less
 Dec 2019 Bugs Spencer
Malia
Contradicting concepts
Are the essence of my being
Yes, it may not make sense
But it makes sense to me.

I love the things that can’t be seen
Or touched or heard or smelled
The type of thing that’s not tangible
That I am always seeing.

I love the way it sparks my fire
Of kindling curiosity
I don’t know if you guys agree
Or if it is only me.
after 14 years of bullying and abuse,
mentally ill she seeks a thrill,
she seeks validation from anyone in this wide nation,
she just wanted some good attention,
to relief some of that tension,
she just wanted a friend,
but her autism made it hard to comprehend.

It started out so innocent,
she could not see his intent,
he moved in slow and calm,
he had her in the palm of his hand,

they finally met and behind all of the distress
she felt like he ment well
then it all turned around and became hell

he wasn´t  who he said he was,
and the girl ran out of all her luck,
forcing her into submission,
he could do whatever he wanted,
bewitching - her with charm and kind words,
that innocent girl turned against the world,

the depression got worse,
and in the end she just wanted to purge,
she wanted it gone,
her family, her school the world,
she was alone,
nobody to her support,

and as the days grew old,
she made another attempt on her life,
she succeeded,

that´s how I wish It would have ended sometimes
but I kept going,
I held my head high,
I am not that innocent anymore,
and my soul is forever sore,

I´m still fighting my demons every day,
and I will for the rest of my life,
until I finally hit the hay.
just kinda of a summery of how I became a victim of **** for the first time at the age of 14. I don´t even remember how maybe times it has happend since that first time. But thankfully I´m away from all of that now.
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