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I tried to write last night about my mother,
And all the hurt she gave me.
But as I wrote and as I rhymed,
I got lost
In
My
Thoughts.

I am hurt and I am harmed and I am heavy from said pain.
It's been 9 years and it still hurts.

I want to forgive her for selling out my love,
I really ******* do,
But I CANT.
I CANT FORGIVE HER FOR BEING SUBHUMAN,
SELFISH,
SHALLOW.

You threw away your children,
Your family.

I just don't understand.
Larissa Marcile DeWitt
You know, as much as I can Rant and Rave about how much I hate ***, I don't hate it with you.
Something about that night, and the next, really changed me.

I realize that it wasn't *** that I hate, it was the lack of meaning behind it.
I love you, and I know that I love you, I have loved you for years, and that made it worth something.

Spending those two very short nights with you, and that one very short morning changed my life.

I realized there's still a connection to this world that I can achieve, existential boredom hasn't gripped me entirely.
I can still find passion in this world, and something to fight for, and something to create art for.

I have reasons to not throw a bullet through my brain, and every day tastes
a little bit sweeter
knowing that you, people like you, and things that make me feel like I feel when I'm with you, exist.
So bring out the passion, let it flow through our veins, and grab Life by the Lemons(horns).

Because there's nothing stopping me now.

I'm going to take what I want to take, and by God, nothing is going to stop me.
There's passion in the world, and I am going to find it.
God,
You ****** me up.
There's damage here that's permanent, unchanged, unchanging.
I will never be the same since you've harmed me.
Sure, I've grown and
Sure, I've learned,
but ****
I will never be the same.

I will always seek the comfort you changed my psychology to crave,
I will always reach out at night to grab the body that isn't there.
I will always be the remnants of a scar on a short part of your life,
But you will always be so much more in mine.

I wish I could cut you out like a tumor,
Take a knife, sharp as day, and slice at these memories and scars,
Slash until you're gone.

Please just, go.
Given ***** and money and *** I scoff,
These things remind me of my void filled life
The sense of Dread and Fear of Pain could stop
If only I had ways of making mine
The life sweeter granted by your embrace,
It is the Dream I wish upon myself
To wake up every day and see your face
To grant me a sweet release from this Hell.
Things could and would only improve with time
Some time for us to learn and share our love
Life would become a show of Art and Rhyme
Poems of our days would banish Bad Blood
Metaphors of our love would saturate
This earth we trust could not would not berate.
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My birthday was today.
We cannot measure the nights we have,
Until they're all up,
Each beat of heart could be your last,
And fade you into dust.

So why do we fret over the smallest bauble,
And fight about it all,
Why close our ears when pain is audible,
Not answering the call.

From ashes to ashes we all circulate,
And search for meaning,
This sense of dread we can all relate,
We all have this needing.

So fight nought with your brother,
We are the same flesh,
Embrace the sameness of each other,
Embrace this human mesh.
Nihilism is best thing to happen to me.
We were put on this earth to suffer,
And that is what we're gonna do.
Sagan
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