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Ysabel Oct 2017
With all the adversaries she is facing,
With all the issues she is enduring,
With all the wrong things that cover her goodness,
On the night of her birthday, she finally took her last breathe
Just
To
Be
Free
At
Last
Probably my last note
Ysabel Oct 2017
ONE
Of all the things I love to see,
Nothing compares thy thee: his
Eyes, his mouth, his heart.
I would always choose you my love, my only ONE.
To you  future love
Ysabel Sep 2017
It's thursday and you just want this week to end,
You're tired, you want to sleep, yet you still have things to send.

Your Mom called you, you didn't answer.
Your boss yelled at you, it didn't matter.

You finally got home and ate dinner,
You suddenly felt alone and bitter:

Your ex is now married,
Your best friend will have kids.

You're now thirty but seems like you still don't have a lead,
on how you'll live your life, on how you'll be free.

The clock ticks at midnight,
you put on your PJs,
you close you eyes and pray,
'One day I'll break this bubble, I'll be happy and free. I'll no longer be alone, for I will live the life I long to see.'
Break from anxiety
Ysabel Sep 2017
Lately you made me cry:

I'm crying for the people we should have helped when we had the chance,

I'm crying for all the soldiers who fought and still fighting because of wars that started because of politics and absurb ideologies,

I'm crying for all the children who have lost their parents by fighting for their rights,

I'm crying for all the books we should have read instead of staying up late with our social media accounts,

I'm crying for the person we should have been,
for the person we changed,
for the dreams we dismissed because of self-centeredness
and norms we continually adopt to.

But a little cry is not enough for you to answer, 'what really happened, humanity?
It pains me to know that we are becoming the person we're afraid to meet
Ysabel Sep 2017
Mom
Home is not home,
if you're gone...
A sad loss for us. We will miss you Aunt Bernadette.
Ysabel Aug 2017
In our dreams
let's share our stories,
our failures,
our passion,
but not our hearts.
We are totally stangers to each other. It *****.
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