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My mother used to yell at me. When I would call my birthday, 'one-day-closer-to-death day' because ladies don't do that. and she always thought an 8 year old shouldn't talk about death. As if I didn't fully comprehend what the words coming out of my mouth  were carrying.  I did.  I pondered them in her closet every night and soon figured out They were obviously forests tied with boulders. I carried more words of mass heaviness like that than she carried bone marrow.    When someone first told me they loved me, I panicked and scattered into almost a thousand black beetles and crawled up his spine so he couldn't see my face  and the death spilling from my blood red lips. Because ladies don't do that. FALLING IN LOVE IS THE DUMBEST THING YOU COULD DO. I told myself that for each star  I counted in your eyes, And every cut on your chest. That I more than likely caused by throwing my words around not realizing they turned into blades at the very last moment but maybe if I did, I'd be a lady. And I wouldn't think  birthdays equal death. Since ladies don't do that. T.L
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
Birthdays, ladies, and trees
My mother used to yell at me. When I would call my birthday, 'one-day-closer-to-death day' because ladies don't do that. and she always thought an 8 year old shouldn't talk about death. As if I didn't fully comprehend what the words coming out of my mouth  were carrying.  I did.  I pondered them in her closet every night and soon figured out They were obviously forests tied with boulders. I carried more words of mass heaviness like that than she carried bone marrow.    When someone first told me they loved me, I panicked and scattered into almost a thousand black beetles and crawled up his spine so he couldn't see my face  and the death spilling from my blood red lips. Because ladies don't do that. FALLING IN LOVE IS THE DUMBEST THING YOU COULD DO. I told myself that for each star  I counted in your eyes, And every cut on your chest. That I more than likely caused by throwing my words around not realizing they turned into blades at the very last moment but maybe if I did, I'd be a lady. And I wouldn't think  birthdays equal death. Since ladies don't do that. T.L
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Feb 3, 2014
Feb 3, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
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