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 Sep 2014 Layla Thurman
Janessa
Happy are those who found it
Happy are those who stayed
Happy are those whose real
The ones who pictured themselves forever
Happy are those who held hands
Stayed up all night to comfort each other
Whose hearts content and without doubts
Who found haven in the arms of their love
Happy are they for they will stay youthful
For the love they shared will never grow old
Please, break my heart
So I can write a collection of poems.
I need to drown in the feeling
Of being alone.

I want my heart to break
I want my soul to ache.
For the feeling of achievement
I'll put my mentality at stake.

I need to chase the feeling.
I love to breathe that feeling.
Because I'm finally good at something.
And if my heart isn't broken,
Then I'm absolutely nothing.
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I see all of your flaws
I see your insecurities
I can see all the things you hate about yourself
All the things that eat you up inside
and they just make you beautiful
as i saw the clouds getting closer
i tried to remind myself again
life doesn't really work this way,
you can't stop the rain from falling
just because you don't want to get wet.

but i was too afraid
of getting a cold once more
so i preferred staying inside.
You were my life and my light
Then came that cold, dark night
Now the only time I see your face
Is in the pictures of this old place
Without you I don’t know what to do
Why did this happen to you
I can’t live in this house alone
So I cut my wrist down to the bone
I won’t make it to where you are
Instead I’ll be in a place so far
Away from you is where I lay
This night will never again turn to day
why do you ****** me
slay me
the words you say
just short of
what I need
you torment me
showing me that
you could love me
then choosing
when to
and not to
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