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Julia Dec 2018
she had more tears than
she had people to love her
she had more fears than
she had words to describe
she had more weight than
she could carry
stunning yet self-destructive
Julia May 2018
tumbling into a room of other 8-year-olds
shocked words leave her lips in a way so bold
talking about the lies we have gotten to hear, only a few weeks ago
'when we were still kids', not knowing that since then we did not at all grow
she told me everything she hates about people we don't understand yet
i believed her and said; don't worry you won't grow up like that

now it has been another 8 years and i'm pretty sure she has forgotten about me
but  she did become exactly the person she did not want to be
Julia Mar 2018
You took away the glory I felt for myself
You claimed my insecurities and thought everyone they were yours
You don't need my significance, because you got your own now
You pretend that you're okay, and I should too
You are someone I can't life without, which seems to make me weak
You do show your support for the things and people that i loved
You gracefully understand that I'm to be hurt quite easy
But you don't make it easy
Julia Mar 2018
It is bitter, or heavyhearted some would even say
She's botteling up all these feelings for someone, for an idea but this time's different she's told herself
Waiting for the earth to make it's turn again, so she can receive a simple shot of nothing, sent to everyone
As she described the appealing face to all her friends, who simply nod along  
Maybe one day, she will collect the things she's giving now, but this is not that person
And sadly enough she knows, but still hopes
ahhhh i'm such a loser, when i made this account i promised myself not to write annoying lovesick things like this, but here i am
Julia Feb 2018
And how a being alike to me, is much richer in the way of speech
O, how I envy, but how I want you to teach
The pride you carry upon, could be everything that’s not me
I despise it, even though it’s the one thing I want to be
I yearn to be someone, confident in their act
But with the amounts of times I sorrow, what should I expect?
I must and need to feel assurance of the others alike
I will have the same fearlessness with what you strike
The torment of grudges and the unsure, I will let go
The place I’m in now is really more like a shadow
Then it is me, o not what I was predestined for
Fears take upon me every time I speak or move
Who will I be and how many will disapprove
I beg you, instruct me how to do it; I will not be scared no more
my first poem on this site!

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