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The way I feel today
Is a way that I can't say
Because
It is not today
It is tomorrow
I work so soon
from now
Trollololol
just a few days after Beethoven was buried
the local drunk heard
music over the composer's grave;
the priest came running
and he said a few prayers
and crossed the air and his chest;
the Mayor came running
and wondered if
this would be it: big dollars and tourism


and so they called for an expert in music
who listened with them
to the ninth Symphony being played
inside the grave
but backward;
and then each other symphony
from the eighth
to the first,
each played backward -
and then, duly composed, the guest expert
made his proclamation:
*There is nothing to worry
about this phenomenon
and this will end soon:
it is  merely Beethoven decomposing
She is too young
For a broken smile,
She is too young
For a miserable life,
She is too young
For scars on her arms,
She is too young
For wanting to be dead.
 Oct 2014 Nicole Ann Sandoval
Rj
It's 11:23 I'm barely awake
I'm going to write what comes to my mind
Brainstorming is easy
I need a hand to hold
Please someone come watch
Adventure time with me
I know my mom doesn't like me
I wonder if my parents truly think I'm ugly?
Tears are coming out if my eyes
Is crying a normality now?
My head hurts from math
Spooning is also fun
How am I datable?
Oh wait I'm not
Why am I not?
Because I made myself not able to be
Can I make myself datable again?
I think I should learn to love myself
Before I let others love me
I want to get drunk
And do fun ****
**** I used to do last year
Im sleepy
I was half sleeping when I wrote this
ME
The walls are thin very fragile like me
I'm fragile, but only on The outside on the inside
I'm as thick as can be
Break me you get me
Crush me you get me
Hurt me you get me
Love me and you shall see
What's been hiding underneath
Me
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