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 Feb 4 dee
Renee
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 Feb 4 dee
Renee
I am not her child,
I am her ghost, red-mouthed, raw,
reliving her sin.
the snow is falling
a world i cannot catch
is right before me
Years gone by
Tears fell down
So many nights
I stayed awake worried
Didn’t know what to
Make of it
Not one word
Not one call
Not one visit
That’s in the past now
I don’t know how
To process this
Why?
I cried for years
Felt rejected
Felt not enough
Lost all confidence
It felt like a nightmare
Now 20 years
It’s come to words
Never understand
Why you left
I’ll never see you again
Miles apart
But you will stay in my heart
 Feb 4 dee
lizie
a secret im too scared to share with anyone
except random strangers on the internet:
i wish i had an eating disorder.
i would be sad
but at least i’d be skinny.

im sorry.
i really am.
im sorry im sorry im sorry
 Feb 4 dee
Aymeric
Espoir
 Feb 4 dee
Aymeric
I plant my prayers in silent ground,
Water them with words unsound.

The stars fade, the hours drift,
Yet still, I wait, my hands unclenched.

If time must steal, let it restore,
What once was lost, return once more.

No cries, no chains, no last despair,
Juste attendre et espérer.
 Feb 3 dee
Paige
Drowning in an abyss of comfort
Disrupted by the misfortune of chaos
 Feb 3 dee
Mrs Timetable
when you left
you took the color with you,
and now the world
is like an old television set,
with muffled sound
that grates the ears,
and a picture
that cuts in and out,
filled with static,
in brilliant black and white,
that's made more of shades of gray.
did your world get more vibrant,
when you de-saturated mine?
or did the color
disappear entirely;
slipping out of your fingers
to be consumed
by the void
where my heart
once lived

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 Feb 3 dee
Melanie Munoz
I twiddled my thumbs and held my breath
As I waited for your sweet voice to call my name.
I ached for your warmth just being there, laying there, sitting there.
I listened to music you loved hoping the melodies
would connect our souls.
I smoked to see if the fumes would sway for me
The way they swayed for you.
Your silence was deafening
It burned holes in my conscience
I filled it with messages and songs you left me with.
The pain you left me with.
                        
                                              -Melanie Munoz
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