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i don’t care what people say when we’re together

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if i could fly,
i’d be coming right back home to you

do you ever wonder what your purpose in life is

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storm clouds began to form in his head
and crisscrossed his mind like a restless, angry ocean
and the howling of hardship and heartache
kneeled and grinned in his face

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I knew she was trouble the minute she walked through my door. She was like an old revolver: hold cocked and ready to go off at any second.

The look on her face was sugary sweet—“Cupcake,” I called her. But sweet things only spoil my appetite.

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and here lies my green eyes
rolled back in my head, but they’re alive

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this is the last time
this is your last time

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sometimes we forget who we really are

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i know what its like to be
afraid of your own mind

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as if you were
on fire
from within,
the moon lives
in the lining of your skin

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if i showed you my teardrops
would you collect them like rain
store them in jars,
that are labelled with “pain”
would you follow their tracks
from my eyes down my cheeks
as they write all their stories
I’m too scared to speak,
would you stop them with kisses
bring their flow to a halt
as you teach me that pain
isn’t always my fault
would you hold my face gently
as you dry both eyes
and whisper the words
“you’re too precious to cry”
if i should you my teardrops
would you show me your own,
and learn though we’re lonely,
we’re never alone.

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when i saw your body for the first time
i realised how war torn you were
how many battles you lose
on your wrist
your thighs
how many fires occurred
on your sides
your lovely sides
and how many times i told you
i loved you because i do
because no matter how many times
you have lost the battle you will always win the war
—

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Love is always patient and ind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offence and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.

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i just didn’t want to get better

i always catch myself thinking about you

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you are not your age,
nor the size of clothes you wear,
you are not a weight,
or the colour of your hair,
you are not your name,
or the dimples in your cheeks,
you are all the book you read,
and all the words you speak,
you are your croaky morning voice,
and the smiles you try to hide,
you’re the sweetness in your laughter,
and every tear you’ve cried,
you’re the songs you sing so loudly,
when you know you’re all alone,
you’re the places that you’ve been to,
and the one that you call home,
you’re the things you believe in,
and the people that you love,
you’re the photos in your bedroom,
and the future you dream of,
you’re made of so much beauty,
but it seems that you forgot,
when you decided that you were defined,
by all the things you’re not.

​ eyes have seen
the menace flare of glove
winced at charging steel
my heel has grasped
the horror of his story
no captain at the wheel
I have heard the gospel worn with worry
born and buried in the pit
marched in circles
at the gate of
my master
spit upon the second shift

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i always thought
I loved you so much
I just wanted to see you happy

But then I saw you
together with your new girlfriend

I wished I could have made
your eyes twinkle,
as if the moon saw the sun
for the first time

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there’s a history of heartbreak
tucked in the creases of her eyes
a museum of the moments,
that she’d watched just pass by her
and each tear that escaped her,
held the things she’d left unsaid
so the words she’d never spoken
stained her dampened cheeks instead

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Anthony, my friend, what really happened to you? How could you have let your wife Anna die so awfully? These doubts consume my soul. I hardly remember the time we spent together as school mates. I confess that beyond your enduring friendship I can recall little of those years. Were your words a result of an increasing loss of sanity? In your letter, you wrote that someone awaits me. A warning, toward me from genuine danger or merely the ravings of a brilliant mind addled by insanity? Something stirs uneasily within my heart. I will not rest easily again until… I go back to that boarding school and find out what secrets may lie within. Farewell Mr. and Mrs. Beechworth, rest now in peace.

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“i should be sleeping but once again I’m
up crying my heart out, i need you to
come back and hold me. you promised
me you would never leave me but you’re
no longer here and i just can’t breathe
without you around, darling, i just need
you to need me”

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she’ll always have a part of me

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crash and burn
searching for an answerer
every single question i ask

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people of the generation before
don’t understand how hard it is

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a handful of moments
i wish i could change
but i was taken away

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if i showed you my teardrops,
would you collect them like rain,
store them in jars,
that are labelled with “pain”
would you follow their tracks
from my eyes down my cheeks
as they write all the stories
I’m too scared to speak
would you stop them with kisses
bring their flow to a halt
as you teach me that pain
isn’t always my fault
would you hold my face gently
as you dry both my eyes
and whisper the words
“you’re too precious to cry”.
if i showed you my teardrops
would you show me your own
and learn through we’re lonely,
we’re never alone.

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we’ll make it through together

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we’re better together, you and i

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the dreams are just taking hold
and they just need time

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if you let me in i could be the one

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you are long gone
but i can still hear
you singing in
the shower
as if you still belong.

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save me from myself
because i am slowly
but surely
killing myself
from the inside out
these thoughts, are so overwhelming
that living is frustrating and maddening.
but what hurts
is when you go tell someone your
feelings
they tell you, that your depression
is a “phase”
it’s not
I’m ugly, i hate myself
and unfortunately
i want to die

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because these are my last words and this is my last breath
id give you everything if there was something left

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please don’t take this out on me,
‘cause you’re the only thing
that’s keeping me alive

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this is me with a knife in the back and
a grip in the grass its cold and
i don’t want to be here

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Now we’re lost somewhere in outer space
and I don’t know how to go home

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it carves into my hollow chest,
and spreads over the emptiness

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all i do is cry and complain
cuz the thoughts won’t go away

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and this is
the part
where you
find out
who you
are