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Zach
vent
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Zach
I write to say what I wish I could say without actually saying it

I write because my day was horrible and this helps me feel better

I write because I need to express my feelings in other ways

I write because I'm excited about an event coming up in my life

I write because I'm madly in love and I don't know what to do

I write because I don't know what I'll do without my sanity.
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nobody
popularity
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nobody
curl your hair!
straighten your hair!
wear your prettiest dress,
so that boys will be impressed
wear your heels dont wear flats,
dont eat too much or you’ll get fat
all these rules just to gain popularity
but does it really mean anything in true reality
having to follow these makes you perfect
but also it makes you lose respect
for yourself.
why must we engage in such thought that being popular would mean the world to us when in fact, it doesnt really matter whos popular or not. what matters is what kind of soul do we have.
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Sarah Elizabeth
I think
The definition of being
"Emotionally Unstable"
Is dropping a pencil on the floor
And wanting to cry
Not
Because of the pencil falling
But the irony
Of how you are able to pick up an inanimate object
But unable
To pick up yourself

It is
Reading a book
And
Looking at the words
Yet
Not truly seeing them
Rereading the first page
100 times
Hoping to find the meaning
That your life
Seems to have lost

It is
Dropping things for no reason
Because you're too numb
To feel your own fingers
But feel too much
To let go
And forgive yourself

It is
Worshipping the hands of the clock
Like a savior
As if every passing minute will bring you to a better future
Not realizing
that every passing minute
Is a vice
That never seems to loosen its hold
On your consciousness

It is
Writing poetry
In hopes
That one day
You will better understand yourself
Through words on a page
Than through your own mind
Hoping
That you will no longer be a subconscious stranger
Occupying your own thoughts
And misleading
The girl you wish to be.
Today I almost started crying In class after dropping a pen on the floor. It made me realize that no matter how long I ignore my feelings, they will never ignore me.
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Lin
A Cry for Help
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Lin
I try
To cry
Out for help

I yelp.
I yell.
I scream.
I try to tell.

But no one hears
Or seems to care
They don’t listen
They don’t see
My eyes no longer glisten
And that I no longer feel glee
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katie
Untitled
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katie
you let
the pills
flow
down
your neck
and wait.
wait for the life
to grow
and the
pain to
slow.
wait for
that feeling
when you
will know.
but certainty
is a story.
a distant
object
bobbing
across
the current.
and that
comfort
becomes an
absence
so deep it
resounds
like cymbals
in your
ears as you
sleep.
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