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JA S-Mine Apr 2018
I wore a scarf for a year to make my words warm for you
t h a t s  a  l i e  n o  i  d i d n t . . .
i wore your sweater for a month so i smelled like you
j k  y o u  s m e l l  l i k e  c h e e z i t  d u o s . . .
I kissed you while you were sleeping so you would dream of me
a h a h a  y o u  t h o u g h t . . .
I love you
l m a o o o o o o . . .
i havent posed in forver so heres some trash
  Apr 2018 JA S-Mine
laura-jessica
14 year old girls in my high school are out here getting pregnant, mean while i cant even get a boy to text me back?
  Apr 2018 JA S-Mine
Ghenwa
I think I wrote this 30 times not knowing how to explain or shape the sentences but here goes nothing

Pop, one pill in the morning.
This one will make you happy

Pop, one pill at lunch.
This one will make you numb.

Pop, one pill at night.
This one will make you sleep.

Pop, another, whenever.
This one, will calm your heart,
Make you get out of bed in the morning,
Make your work harder,
Make you concentrate,
Make you
Make you
Make you

Alice feels jealous, her pills make her larger or small
But not happy.
But Alice doesn't know,
After every pill,
Headache,
Nausea,
Dizziness,
Fatigue,

Alice feels, but I don't

Three hundred sixty-five days and some other dozen
After pills
Slowly but surely
I started feeling again
Sadness had a taste
And so did food
Laughter had a meaning
and so did tears.

And If you ask me what I remember of that time,
I'll tell you, not much.
It is no way to live, when you live numb
When you should feel things, but you don't.

When the struggle is no longer sadness, but the lack of it
When it is not finding happiness, but not feeling it..

Another three hundred sixty five days and some dozen
I feel things on my own
Get out of bed on my own

After pills,
I pray nothing gets in my way of feeling things on my own.
  Mar 2018 JA S-Mine
Miseria
I met a lady in red with glasses on
She sits near the heavy stone
as i enter the room
she smiles and waved her hand
  Mar 2018 JA S-Mine
Piotr Balkus
Love isn't blind,
blind are those,
who never loved.
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