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You're beautiful.*

I know you don't see or feel that a lot of the time
You feel like
Starving
Pill popping
***
Blades
Are the only way out of the pain
I can assure you it isn't
Because you're a beautiful person
For being able to endure what you've been through
Still finding friends to love and care for
Expressing yourself in the midst of the pain

Though memories may cause you to fall
You be sure to get up and keep going on
And if you ever need a helping hand
Or just a hug
Remember: *
You're still beautiful
Life is,
spontaneous,
amazing,
horrible,
wonderful,
beautiful,
ugly,

­life is,
poetry on a napkin,
the right song at the right time,
it is tragedy,
excruciating pain,
unbelievable bliss,

and we never know when we’re gonna go,

so,
eat healthy,
your body is the house of your soul,
it is your temple,
treat it as so,

so,
so long,
strange friend family,
so long,
I’m off back into the full moon’s glow,
back in the maddens of the light of life,
back into the blackness from which we came,

we are all stars,
burning brightly in brilliant light,
until we burn up and vanish,
back into the blackness from which we came…

Aaron La Lux


Why call me and tell me you love me? Why put yourself through this? Darling theres only two roads. Love me or move on. I'm tired of you trying to build a path between. I left because you won't let it go. Holding on to every little thing it'll **** you.
Maybe that's all you want is attention. It makes since when I look at your scars and when you sleep around like a *****. You want me to keep caring well guess what I don't. I'm tired of being used by you. Dealing with your *******. Get over yourself and try growing up just enough to get on with your life. I'm happy. Are you?
If you ever find yourself here. Know that I don't hate you. I just don't love you.
I'm often asked why do I smoke.
Why do I **** myself with every breath? Why don't I quit?
I do it because I don't care if I live or die. I had you and I have just one question for the world.
What else is there?
I want to write about other things but it seems to me that love, death, and *** is all I can write about.
Let's write a poem together. One that's cute. About the sky and why it's blue. A new kind of poem. Remember that time we split that cone? I still can't believe you dropped yours.
Maybe I should just give up on this site. I love reading other people's poems just, I can't write my own.
Her bone structure screams touch her, touch her!
Quote from a band I listened to sophomore year.
Screaming I don't love you and I never did! You're just a number in my pocket so get the hell over it!
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