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I was your chapter,
While you were my book.
Your love took me by surprise,
Like a fish catching bait on a hook.
I was your game,
While you quickly turned into my life.
I was a carefree gypsy,
Loving you with all my might.
The love you had for me was artificial.
I was just the void to fill your time.
It was never your intention to keep me,
You didn't need a partner in crime.
I was the joke,
While you were my heart.
I loved you so deeply,
Maybe that was my mistake from the start.
:p
Being lazy,
Gets you
Nowhere near
real good
money.
:p
Twist and turn
Lessons I've learned are burned
Into this fragile skin
And here I stand

One by one
Visible, done and done
Look deep into myself
Unable to see someone else

Run and fall
From reflections, build walls
Trying so hard to stall
But I always catch up with me

Twist and turn
All of these scars I've earned
All the stories still burn
And they are me and I am them
"Everybody is somebody
But nobody wants to be themselves
And if I ever wanted to understand me
I'd have to talk to someone else..." -Gnarls Barkley
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i'm going to be off the site
there is something I must write

while i may seem to be gone
i won't be able to be on long

don't be saddened. I'm not bereft.
i've not been hurt. I have not left.

there's a story to be conveyed
a friend who has a lot to say

i'm writing series for her right now
i have to research to learn how

my mom is better, which is good
but I'm still caregiving as i should

i've been in a sort of daze
because i've been off site for days

talking with people on the phone
doing all the work alone

I'm writing this post as i am
don't want to be the source of spam

i just want to let you know
'cause some folks felt the need to go

but I'm not under troll attack
i'll be gone *but i'll be back
I have a friend who is very sick.
She has a story she wants to
have published.
I've agreed to help.

♥Catherine
When I'm angry I cut.
When I cut it's like this high.
I feel everything that's eating away at me inside come out of me through one cut.
I bleed and it doesn't hurt.
I feel relieved.
I feel like I can breathe and I suddenly have the energy to carry on when really I just want to give up.

When I'm sleeping I dream.
I dream of a world where stereotypes do not exist.
Everyone is happy.
Everyone is faithful.
The economy doesn't ****, the president is someone you can trust and everyone is getting along.
No one is emo, no one is ghetto, no one is scene.
You're just yourself and you're accepted because you're fine just the way you are.

When I'm content, calm, speechless, sad, or nervous I write.
I write about things I can't say in person.
I write about thoughts that interfere with my daily routine.
I write about my fears, my insecurities and words that when I look at them, they form an understanding to who I am but when others look at them they have no idea what I am talking about.
Writing gives me the time to be myself.
Writing is a part of me.
It is me which is why I do it everyday.
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: March. 25, 2011 Friday 1:35 P.M.
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