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 Jun 2014 Thenay Cora
Traveler
One girl wanted me
But I wanted the other
So I chased the other all night
Just to make her my lover

One girl smiled
The other turned away
One girl left
But the other girl stayed

One girl looked
As good as the others
But the other girl had dated
One of my brothers

One girl helped
Chase away my blues
The other girl tried
To run me through

One girl whispered
In my ear
The other girl said
What I wanted to hear

One girl I could proudly
Take home to  mother
But Mother wasn't happy
when I brought home the other

One girl treated me as kind as can be
The other girl always cheated on me

Life would have been so easy
With just that one
But now the other girl is the mother
Of my daughter and sons...

**** it all!
True story!
Blame it on
Your absent father
Your addict mother
Your unexpected children
Blame it on
Anyone, and anything
So you never have to
Take responsibility
For your own actions

It's the whiskey
That hit me
It's my own shards
That tore me apart
It's a malevolent God
That lied about love
'Cause you don't do anything

Blame it on
My fragile psyche
My insecurities
My "impossible" needs
Blame it on
Anyone, and anything
So you never have to
Take responsibility
For what you've done to me

It's the cigarettes
That stole my breath
The weight of my expectations
That broke my trust
The spinning of my own wheels
That drove me into madness
'Cause you don't do anything
Everyone has a **** like this in their life.
 May 2014 Thenay Cora
ilina286
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 May 2014 Thenay Cora
ilina286
I hope that
i will
see your beautiful face
tonight
 May 2014 Thenay Cora
r
Mango Tears
 May 2014 Thenay Cora
r
Beneath the mango tree
death turns slowly -
creaks the branches/
untouchable - the tears
hanging low above the ground -
slowly swinging - no more singing/
beneath the mango tree.

r ~ 5/30/14
Recent event in the village of Katra, India.
 May 2014 Thenay Cora
Love
Eat
 May 2014 Thenay Cora
Love
Eat
Is that the lowest moment?
When you don't dare to wear shorts because of the scars that cover your legs.
And then you're sitting there at the dinner table with your family,
And they keep on telling you to eat,
But all you mutter is "I'm not hungry",
When you actually are.
You're starving but your image is worth more than a meal.
You eat a few bites just to shut them up,
And then run to the bathroom to rid yourself of it,
To make sure you can fit into those jeans,
The ones that could stand you losing another 5 pounds.
You get used to the lies of:
"I'm not hungry"
"I ate before I came"
And "oh yeah I'm fine, just tired".
Is that your lowest point,
When the only food you're feeding yourself is lies?
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