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Deanna Apr 22
All those late nights
talking on the phone until we fell asleep
watching movies in the dark
laughing under all those stars
adventuring to places we weren't supposed to be
you've forgotten all the little, stupid secrets that we use to share
and all the other thing's that made us who we were
you've forgotten about me
...
Deanna Apr 13
Your loving words
lightly touch my soul
like butterfly wings
healing all the wounds
that are hidden inside
Deanna Apr 5
Your words hit my heart like shards of glass
Cutting through my flesh
And leaving such large holes
That may never be fixed
  Apr 4 Deanna
elle jaxsun
i always have
the urge to run.

but what is it like
to be a tree?

to be confident enough
to root yourself
and grow with
wild abandonment,
being unapologetically
you?

i'm still running,
but i wish i knew.
I feel suffocated talking to lots of people,

I feel so lonely in every parties I attended,

I can not stand the crowds all time,

I feel scared about their thoughts on me,

yet,

why,

Do I feel so secure expressing myself in verses and lines,

Voicing every pieces of my thoughts and story,

To the people I never met face-to-face,

And gladly accept any critiques to my words...
I don't really enjoy being the center of attention, and if I can, I choose chat over phone, but somehow, I enjoy doing all things in HP :) I openly express everything in black and white!
  Apr 4 Deanna
Nylee
My mind tickles,
My heart itches,
it is crawling on my skin
There is no comfort in living.
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