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#selfhatered
. Ah, but do you want to know my secret? I draw with cold and unbeautiful silver, & it comes out red. … Magic? Oh?  You want to hear a story? I wanted to write exactly how I felt, But I left the page,                         b l a n k.      And I couldn’t have described,                     It any better,                 than that. .
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May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 3:05 PM UTC
And in my rotten notebook;
I don't know if it's just to annoy, Or for my true safety but IT still brings joy. IT knows all. IT comes bearing pain, All too much to recall. I sence IT's presence lurking Even while IT is unseen. IT is still smirking. IT knows all. To IT I do not call Upon which I do to another Yet IT is just my bother. IT knows not to leave Because IT helps me, And yet I scream to go away Only to just mention, always stay. I only do harm around And IT's charm makes me safe and sound. While I can only sense IT, It goes without say that our paths are lit. With trust in IT, I can stand proudly tall Because IT knows all.
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Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC
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