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I know I’m one day late, but happy 2 months hrt sis :)
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Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 9:30 PM UTC
Sister
I'm not a real girl, just a ****** Cis boys don't like me Unless they chase, but I'm no bait. Unless you let me Whip it out and look in your eyes. Unless you stare Back with fire skipping my life. But I'm Not a real girl Just a ****** I'm missing a hole If that's what keeps Me unseen, then Bae, I don't need Your world
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May 13, 2017
May 13, 2017 at 4:24 PM UTC
Closing Chapters: "Adam's Apple"
People hurt Perfection is impossible Efforts are put into both No such thing as a perfect life You can wish to be better, perhaps you can But nobody can be the best I tried to be the best I wanted to be the best friend a guy can be I have failed in this conquest I placed efforts into Hippocrates Oath: "First, Do No Harm" Yet without meaning to I harmed anyway Not just myself No, this isn't me, me, me As it always (usually) is This is for my mates And my friends Difference being the genders involved Mates are male, Friends; female Notice both start with the same letter? That's me, Organising things into some such logical order To prevent falling into complete and utter chaos It's a fixation of mine, It just so happens it's also the way my mind works Which even I, at times, fail to understand My own mind; a concept, an idea, One that at times fails itself One that find self-harm acceptable, even understandable I am such a hypocrite, Instead of Hippocrates it's Hypocrites Oath: "First, believe you won't do harm, believe it's bad, And then do it anyway". Some of this makes sense to you, Reader, I assume Assuming that, of course, you can assume to know What I assume you assume I'm talking about Still following? Okay, then I'm just rambling Talking for no reason other than that I hate silence I hate silence almost as much as I hate myself, at times Silence is empty, like what I feel frequently A genuine smile is a smile I wish to wear (Not just to the Formal night I will be attending next year) But how does one smile When one has seen the truth of this world? Cold, calculating and cruel, vicious and relentless There is more wars then there are words to stop them Only one world to hold these wars, That at times words help to start Not just talking about actual wars, either Arguments that become full-blown hatred Pain dosage as high as the painkillers to prevent them, If not, higher... I don't know what to think of myself, Or this world that I live in I've contemplated suicide on multiple accounts Too "pussy"to follow through... But I have never done it, left, that is I tried many, many, many times But something... pulls me back It's friendship. Family. Honour and Loyalty I cannot leave those precious few I have Until they themselves are gone As long as everyone keeps living, I guess I have to as well Thank you for reading If you made it this far...
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Aug 15, 2016
Aug 15, 2016 at 8:33 PM UTC
A Lil' Ramble
People hurt Perfection is impossible Efforts are put into both No such thing as a perfect life You can wish to be better, perhaps you can But nobody can be the best I tried to be the best I wanted to be the best friend a guy can be I have failed in this conquest I placed efforts into Hippocrates Oath: "First, Do No Harm" Yet without meaning to I harmed anyway Not just myself No, this isn't me, me, me As it always (usually) is This is for my mates And my friends Difference being the genders involved Mates are male, Friends; female Notice both start with the same letter? That's me, Organising things into some such logical order To prevent falling into complete and utter chaos It's a fixation of mine, It just so happens it's also the way my mind works Which even I, at times, fail to understand My own mind; a concept, an idea, One that at times fails itself One that find self-harm acceptable, even understandable I am such a hypocrite, Instead of Hippocrates it's Hypocrites Oath: "First, believe you won't do harm, believe it's bad, And then do it anyway". Some of this makes sense to you, Reader, I assume Assuming that, of course, you can assume to know What I assume you assume I'm talking about Still following? Okay, then I'm just rambling Talking for no reason other than that I hate silence I hate silence almost as much as I hate myself, at times Silence is empty, like what I feel frequently A genuine smile is a smile I wish to wear (Not just to the Formal night I will be attending next year) But how does one smile When one has seen the truth of this world? Cold, calculating and cruel, vicious and relentless There is more wars then there are words to stop them Only one world to hold these wars, That at times words help to start Not just talking about actual wars, either Arguments that become full-blown hatred Pain dosage as high as the painkillers to prevent them, If not, higher... I don't know what to think of myself, Or this world that I live in I've contemplated suicide on multiple accounts Too "pussy"to follow through... But I have never done it, left, that is I tried many, many, many times But something... pulls me back It's friendship. Family. Honour and Loyalty I cannot leave those precious few I have Until they themselves are gone As long as everyone keeps living, I guess I have to as well Thank you for reading If you made it this far...
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One open can of half empty **** water popped the night before for a palm of pills, codeine and HRT chased with Kamchatka 8-0 she collapses in bed with hope in her head, belly full. Morning comes, her will is gone, she stumbles blind to root her elbows at the window sill, still groggy from the high of nighttime. Noon comes and the clock stops, it's a road block setup at the overpass and by the time transference makes sense she's spent her energy just shifting. In place, enervated. A mistake. A husk built of guilt and bone. In a closed room full of blood and ***** alone. Atone. In place, enervated, elbows at the window sill.
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC
Enervation Game: "Elbows at the Window Sill"
Os odores retorcidos da pele Perdem-se na ambiguidade Das gônadas Do meu pensamento Respiro a mim mesmo E regozijo da auto-hipnose Cuidadosamente elaborada pela metade da última década Olho-me no espelho e desejo ser Deus Estóico A observar o escorrer da tarde Mas quando o suor frio me desperta Sinto o calor que transforma percorrer minhas entranhas Eu sou homem, sou mulher Sou nada e sou o mundo. Ser Deus não tem a mínima graça.
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
Syzygy