Help

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me

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live.

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I

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don't

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want

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to
.

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*die

Broken pieces slowly dance across the lake
hidden inside the melodies of a maiden mourning for
the loss of her roses.
Shrouded by a cloak of grief
inertly sunken inside the lake's reflection,
she heard her tears fall
from eyes glistening within the constellations
of the sky.
Why bother to watch the stars
collapse into the dying hues of the sun
when it is simply poisoned
by the blue light
of a mermaid's tears.

it wasnt my choice
i didnt want it
i was drunk
i was 15 he was 18
im in high school
i puke... wet pants in the hospital bed
i cry
i cant sleep
i write
i draw anything to destract my mind
i want it to leave myhead
i want the faded demon to leave
no cuts but i want to
no soul but i need it
rapped and called a liar
im tired of it all
i want to be done and nobody will let me

Listen to the forest's heart pulsing precariously,
   a sensation eliciting the whispers of elegance  
for can you not hear such beauty
  romancing upon the ashen trees of midnight?
Even the moon shines its rapture
upon this graceful dance of the earth
as its gentle pounding heartbeat
steadily generates the nature
of this world.

finally, she became her own inspiration

A feather
slowly drifts down
like a solitary snowflake
blessing the world
with its angelic grace
and purity.