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"i love you ♥"

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for all the boys and girls who still yearn for love in our digital age
Nylee Nov 27

The world grows so much more
when I am at my low,
The things which I fail to see
when I am above my heels.

My visions becomes cleared
no longer so blurred
away from the world
below my feet.

Maybe my tears cleansed my eyes
Now they could see
better than ever
way too much, way too more.

Chloe Nov 16

I feel like I'm suffocating.
I can't get enough air.
Every inch of my body aches.
I say I'm coming down with a cold,
But I already know that's not what it is.
I know this feeling too well.
Depression.
I feel like a plastic bag has been put over my head and I can't get it off.
I feel like I'm stuck in a pit of quicksand.
Like I've been covered in honey.
Like a weight has been placed on my chest.
I sleep and I'm still tired.
The highs are too high and the lows are too low.

hanging ON-
for So long
and then,
LEtting Go.
Dizzying High,
come DOWN to find
a CRUSHing Low.
frantically rushing rapids
trickle DOWN to a gentle flow.
flopping heart-
talk it DOWN
DO NOT let it show.
replant the roots,
push them back DOWN
watch, wait and HOpe
for Love to regrow.

When you uproot a plant, or a marriage eventually it will wither and die. Is it possible to recultivate that dried up love? Time will tell...
Hanna Jones Nov 4

I feel it.

That small seed of doubt.

I feel it.

That sapling as it grows, whispering negativities in my ear.

I feel it.

As it wraps its vines around my heart, a false kind of love.

I feel it.

As it takes over my brain, manipulating the world around me.

I feel it.

As it runs through my veins, turning red to black until there’s nowhere to hide.

Will you be my pesticide?

better than never
my every day ever

the smile I wear
one of despair
with the morning sun
going out to feel the burn
the usual runs

the day brings
many stings
head low
knee above
hands over head
and a fall on the bed

Andrew Durst Oct 28

and whether you want to hear it or not-
time eventually runs out.

and I know it's hard to accept
and I know death is
often times
petrifying
and it's okay to
be afraid
of what you do not know
because
I too
have no clue
as to what
awaits me on the
other side.

All I know is-

there is one.

After all this suffering.
After all this grief.
After all the highs to
low's and
the dramatic
in-betweens-

there is more to this life
than simply being here.

And a part of me would like to believe
that what we do here;
matters.

And even if it's a tiny gesture
or a massive shift in
humanity-

we all play our part.

We are all tiny messages
in fragile glass bottles
that we are too scared
to break out of.

Life is unpredictable
and we-
foolish and naive-
take our opportunities
for expression
for granted.

It is senseless to keep
anything back.

It is asinine
to believe
anything
less than
transparency
will bring us

freedom.

It won't.

Say what's on your mind
before it's too late.

And don't be one of those people
that say they

can't.

i'm a remote control
with batteries running low.
i still work
as long as you press
my keys hard.

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