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Frosty the snowman is packing a fat bowl In his Rockstar pipe he puffs and blows Until all that's left is coal Frosty the snowman has the nicest **** around Oh but don't say so to the old 5-0 Or he'll beat your punk *** down There must have been some magic in That old *** bag he found For when he took it to his head He turned into a ******* snowman O, Frosty the snowman Smokes the dankest bud in town But you wouldn't know you silly *** Cuz the **** you smoke is brown Frosty the snowman Will green you out one day You can say you're through But it's oh so true Cuz ***** Frosty don't play

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Dec 19, 2014

Dec 19, 2014 at 1:22 AM UTC

Frosty the Dankman

Frosty the snowman is packing a fat bowl In his Rockstar pipe he puffs and blows Until all that's left is coal Frosty the snowman has the nicest **** around Oh but don't say so to the old 5-0 Or he'll beat your punk *** down There must have been some magic in That old *** bag he found For when he took it to his head He turned into a ******* snowman O, Frosty the snowman Smokes the dankest bud in town But you wouldn't know you silly *** Cuz the **** you smoke is brown Frosty the snowman Will green you out one day You can say you're through But it's oh so true Cuz ***** Frosty don't play

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This world is so used to cruelty that every act of kindness is seen as flirt. I won't change who I am. I won't give up my niceness just because other hearts have forgotten how gentleness feels like. Instead I will teach them. I will make them remember how to be kind. It's sad that you have to be rude in order to set a limit. You can say no and still be the nicest person in the world.

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Mar 15, 2015

Mar 15, 2015 at 11:19 AM UTC

cheralyn-carolina

This world is so used to cruelty that every act of kindness is seen as flirt. I won't change who I am. I won't give up my niceness just because other hearts have forgotten how gentleness feels like. Instead I will teach them. I will make them remember how to be kind. It's sad that you have to be rude in order to set a limit. You can say no and still be the nicest person in the world.

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1. He lights another mortar and the dog runs after it barking and trying to bite it he grabs it's back leg as the sky lights up since he had barely thought to look over and the words around here don't reach his mind his ears defective as they are. He says something with his hands something foreign to me but six people watching laugh and so do I. 2. His wife sits with her sons her stomach wide with their third another boy she's gotten so used to talking with her hands that her voice is rusty and her vocabulary limited but she's here as much as the rest sitting and laughing and having a good time. 3. The owner of the house sits off the side in the nicest lawn chair here a cup in her hand we've quit counting how many drinks she's had but she only drinks a couple days a year and nobody is giving her any problems and she seems to be able to be her normal self. She had been questioning me earlier today seeing if I was really a good guy testing whether she'd have to sit at the table with a shotgun every time I spent any time with her niece. 4. Her husband is launching his own collection of mortars off with his brother while her brother-in-law hands the teens the novelties I launch off a dozen flowers and a few spinny things. She occasionally breaks her fingers away from mine to launch off a flower, smokebomb or firecracker and occasionally runs over to poke-chop her uncle who keeps talking to the fireworks. She always comes back and we'll wander by her mom and stepdad (the latter always throws in some sort of comment so we act careful around him) and over to her cousins or toward her aunt and roommate. Occasionally we'll have to get something from the house and we sneak three kisses but we mostly just stay in each others arms keeping each other warm in the almost warm 4th of July night our hands both entwined one of our heads always on the others shoulder and in all the craziness all the family drama everything is perfect and she's smiling so hard her cheeks keep hurting and she keeps telling me how little sleep she's gonna get and I tell her I ain't gonna be able to sleep at all

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Jul 7, 2013

Jul 7, 2013 at 4:21 AM UTC

1. He lights another mortar and the dog runs after it barking and trying to bite it he grabs it's back leg as the sky lights up since he had barely thought to look over and the words around here don't reach his mind his ears defective as they are. He says something with his hands something foreign to me but six people watching laugh and so do I. 2. His wife sits with her sons her stomach wide with their third another boy she's gotten so used to talking with her hands that her voice is rusty and her vocabulary limited but she's here as much as the rest sitting and laughing and having a good time. 3. The owner of the house sits off the side in the nicest lawn chair here a cup in her hand we've quit counting how many drinks she's had but she only drinks a couple days a year and nobody is giving her any problems and she seems to be able to be her normal self. She had been questioning me earlier today seeing if I was really a good guy testing whether she'd have to sit at the table with a shotgun every time I spent any time with her niece. 4. Her husband is launching his own collection of mortars off with his brother while her brother-in-law hands the teens the novelties I launch off a dozen flowers and a few spinny things. She occasionally breaks her fingers away from mine to launch off a flower, smokebomb or firecracker and occasionally runs over to poke-chop her uncle who keeps talking to the fireworks. She always comes back and we'll wander by her mom and stepdad (the latter always throws in some sort of comment so we act careful around him) and over to her cousins or toward her aunt and roommate. Occasionally we'll have to get something from the house and we sneak three kisses but we mostly just stay in each others arms keeping each other warm in the almost warm 4th of July night our hands both entwined one of our heads always on the others shoulder and in all the craziness all the family drama everything is perfect and she's smiling so hard her cheeks keep hurting and she keeps telling me how little sleep she's gonna get and I tell her I ain't gonna be able to sleep at all

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gee i like to think of dead it means nearer because deeper firmer since darker than little round water at one end of the well it’s too cool to be crooked and it’s too firm to be hard but it’s sharp and thick and it loves, every old thing falls in rosebugs and jackknives and kittens and pennies they all sit there looking at each other having the fastest time because they’ve never met before dead’s more even than how many ways of sitting on your head your unnatural hair has in the morning dead’s clever too like POF goes the alarm off and the little striker having the best time tickling away everybody’s brain so everybody just puts out their finger and they stuff the poor thing all full of fingers dead has a smile like the nicest man you’ve never met who maybe winks at you in a streetcar and you pretend you don’t but really you do see and you are My how glad he winked and hope he’ll do it again or if it talks about you somewhere behind your back it makes your neck feel pleasant and stoopid and if dead says may i have this one and was never introduced you say Yes because you know you want it to dance with you and it wants to and it can dance and Whocares dead’s fine like hands do you see that water flowerpots in windows but they live higher in their house than you so that’s all you see but you don’t want to dead’s happy like the way underclothes All so differently solemn and inti and sitting on one string dead never says my dear,Time for your musiclesson and you like music and to have somebody play who can but you know you never can and why have to? dead’s nice like a dance where you danced simple hours and you take all your prickly-clothes off and squeeze-into-largeness without one word and you lie still as anything in largeness and this largeness begins to give you,the dance all over again and you,feel all again all over the way men you liked made you feel when they touched you(but that’s not all)because largeness tells you so you can feel what you made,men feel when,you touched, them dead’s sorry like a thistlefluff-thing which goes landing away all by himself on somebody’s roof or something where who-ever-heard-of-growing and nobody expects you to anyway dead says come with me he says(andwhyevernot)into the round well and see the kitten and the penny and the jackknife and the rosebug and you say Sure you say (like that) sure i’ll come with you you say for i like kittens i do and jackknives i do and pennies i do and rosebugs i do

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Gee I Like To Think Of Dead It Means Nearer Because Deeper Firmer

gee i like to think of dead it means nearer because deeper firmer since darker than little round water at one end of the well it’s too cool to be crooked and it’s too firm to be hard but it’s sharp and thick and it loves, every old thing falls in rosebugs and jackknives and kittens and pennies they all sit there looking at each other having the fastest time because they’ve never met before dead’s more even than how many ways of sitting on your head your unnatural hair has in the morning dead’s clever too like POF goes the alarm off and the little striker having the best time tickling away everybody’s brain so everybody just puts out their finger and they stuff the poor thing all full of fingers dead has a smile like the nicest man you’ve never met who maybe winks at you in a streetcar and you pretend you don’t but really you do see and you are My how glad he winked and hope he’ll do it again or if it talks about you somewhere behind your back it makes your neck feel pleasant and stoopid and if dead says may i have this one and was never introduced you say Yes because you know you want it to dance with you and it wants to and it can dance and Whocares dead’s fine like hands do you see that water flowerpots in windows but they live higher in their house than you so that’s all you see but you don’t want to dead’s happy like the way underclothes All so differently solemn and inti and sitting on one string dead never says my dear,Time for your musiclesson and you like music and to have somebody play who can but you know you never can and why have to? dead’s nice like a dance where you danced simple hours and you take all your prickly-clothes off and squeeze-into-largeness without one word and you lie still as anything in largeness and this largeness begins to give you,the dance all over again and you,feel all again all over the way men you liked made you feel when they touched you(but that’s not all)because largeness tells you so you can feel what you made,men feel when,you touched, them dead’s sorry like a thistlefluff-thing which goes landing away all by himself on somebody’s roof or something where who-ever-heard-of-growing and nobody expects you to anyway dead says come with me he says(andwhyevernot)into the round well and see the kitten and the penny and the jackknife and the rosebug and you say Sure you say (like that) sure i’ll come with you you say for i like kittens i do and jackknives i do and pennies i do and rosebugs i do

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You’re all alone, Sometimes getting messages, Sometimes not To go on Tinder dates And so sometimes you go. Some go real **** I mean it’s Tinder, dah. But latest one goes kinda well, And so you go with it, You wanna settle down. The only thing He’s a proper ******* You read on Instagram about. So you pretend to be a fuckgirl, No feelings sticking out. The exes really sense it, You’re with another guy. Especially, a full moon Does something real strange, They start to really feel that. The exes either come in packs, Or they don’t come at all. They see you’re sort of happy, So it becomes their master plan - To ******* ruin it all. They text, they call, They start remembering The nicest **** you’ve done. They try to reach that special spot, They’ve reached then shattered many times. But once for all, this time for 'real' You have decided: "I'm ******* quitting it", "This time feelings will be nowhere near it". So you just keep on seeing the ******* You've met on Tinder.

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Mar 7, 2018

Mar 7, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC

thediaryofmyalterego

Another One About Quitting It

You’re all alone, Sometimes getting messages, Sometimes not To go on Tinder dates And so sometimes you go. Some go real **** I mean it’s Tinder, dah. But latest one goes kinda well, And so you go with it, You wanna settle down. The only thing He’s a proper ******* You read on Instagram about. So you pretend to be a fuckgirl, No feelings sticking out. The exes really sense it, You’re with another guy. Especially, a full moon Does something real strange, They start to really feel that. The exes either come in packs, Or they don’t come at all. They see you’re sort of happy, So it becomes their master plan - To ******* ruin it all. They text, they call, They start remembering The nicest **** you’ve done. They try to reach that special spot, They’ve reached then shattered many times. But once for all, this time for 'real' You have decided: "I'm ******* quitting it", "This time feelings will be nowhere near it". So you just keep on seeing the ******* You've met on Tinder.

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The rooster sings to the sun, answering the call is the light that embraces all. All at once the birds sing their own song. Awaken by mother's sweet voice. "It's time to go" she says. She hands me a green cubeta con maiz. The corn's color is purple and white instantly I fall in love with its kind The cold blue morning gives me chills. I carry the bucket to my grandmother's house. With her mandil and her braided hair, she sits by the comal making tortillas. "Good morning abueltia" with a smile on my face. "Good morning m'ija" she replies. I keep walking carrying the heavy bucket. A small room next to a store crowded with senoras. Their rebozos around their heads and arms and buckets in hand. I feel so small so young but inside I'm proud. I wait in line as I greet and make small talk. These ladies have the nicest smiles. My turn, I grab my cubeta and proceed to the molino. My arms are too little. A lady approaches and helps me load the molino. I watch in awe as the grains turn in masa. I bend down and collect it. "En una bolita" the lady tells me to shape it. I nod and continue to make it. Gray like the color of my grandma's hair. soft like my mother's hand. I fill the bucket with the masa. I thank las senoras and head back to mi casa. I hand the bucket to my mom who was milking la vaca. She starts the comal and gets the cal. Her hands slapping the masa like she was clapping. Perfect big round warm tortillas. I was a little girl that helped her make them. A little girl that still remembers.

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Apr 17, 2015

Apr 17, 2015 at 5:24 AM UTC

Tortilla Memories

The rooster sings to the sun, answering the call is the light that embraces all. All at once the birds sing their own song. Awaken by mother's sweet voice. "It's time to go" she says. She hands me a green cubeta con maiz. The corn's color is purple and white instantly I fall in love with its kind The cold blue morning gives me chills. I carry the bucket to my grandmother's house. With her mandil and her braided hair, she sits by the comal making tortillas. "Good morning abueltia" with a smile on my face. "Good morning m'ija" she replies. I keep walking carrying the heavy bucket. A small room next to a store crowded with senoras. Their rebozos around their heads and arms and buckets in hand. I feel so small so young but inside I'm proud. I wait in line as I greet and make small talk. These ladies have the nicest smiles. My turn, I grab my cubeta and proceed to the molino. My arms are too little. A lady approaches and helps me load the molino. I watch in awe as the grains turn in masa. I bend down and collect it. "En una bolita" the lady tells me to shape it. I nod and continue to make it. Gray like the color of my grandma's hair. soft like my mother's hand. I fill the bucket with the masa. I thank las senoras and head back to mi casa. I hand the bucket to my mom who was milking la vaca. She starts the comal and gets the cal. Her hands slapping the masa like she was clapping. Perfect big round warm tortillas. I was a little girl that helped her make them. A little girl that still remembers.

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I was told I was fat. Shamed for my body, called names and all that. I learnt to hate myself by them at that time. They made me feel like being a little curvy was a crime. So I started working on getting thinner, not for health or fitness though. But because I thought that way I would be loved and accepted more. I finally did become slimmer and i was happy. I slowly started to regain the confidence that they had mercilessly stolen from me. And just as it started getting a tad bit better, I was shamed for being short. Couldn't they just let me live my life in peace or what?! They crushed the little confidence i had gotten back. Again in their stupid circle of high expectations and "physical beauty is true beauty" I was trapped. I worked on getting taller everyday. Crying myself to sleep when nothing worked at the end of the day. And so they taught me time and time again to hate my body. And I know I did, I am so sorry. They said my acne was ugly and it needed to be hidden. Going anywhere without makeup or not dressing girly enough was forbidden. "No do not sit like that, talk like this, wear this not that, always smile." They said these horrible things and silly me, I actually listened for a while. But one day I decided I did not care. So what if I didn't have what they called the "perfect figure" or the nicest hair? I loved myself and that was it. I was beautiful whether or not they believed it. It was not an easy fight. But I think I did alright. They still say things all the time. But I've grown to listen to just one voice, mine.

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Jul 27, 2019

Jul 27, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC

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I was told I was fat. Shamed for my body, called names and all that. I learnt to hate myself by them at that time. They made me feel like being a little curvy was a crime. So I started working on getting thinner, not for health or fitness though. But because I thought that way I would be loved and accepted more. I finally did become slimmer and i was happy. I slowly started to regain the confidence that they had mercilessly stolen from me. And just as it started getting a tad bit better, I was shamed for being short. Couldn't they just let me live my life in peace or what?! They crushed the little confidence i had gotten back. Again in their stupid circle of high expectations and "physical beauty is true beauty" I was trapped. I worked on getting taller everyday. Crying myself to sleep when nothing worked at the end of the day. And so they taught me time and time again to hate my body. And I know I did, I am so sorry. They said my acne was ugly and it needed to be hidden. Going anywhere without makeup or not dressing girly enough was forbidden. "No do not sit like that, talk like this, wear this not that, always smile." They said these horrible things and silly me, I actually listened for a while. But one day I decided I did not care. So what if I didn't have what they called the "perfect figure" or the nicest hair? I loved myself and that was it. I was beautiful whether or not they believed it. It was not an easy fight. But I think I did alright. They still say things all the time. But I've grown to listen to just one voice, mine.

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I won the lottery last week. I played the mega millions with a jackpot of 60 million hoping 5 numbers could determine the rest of my life. Where I live, a man won the lottery only 12 miles from me with a jackpot of 127 million dollars. I try to fathom how that would feel. How I could take everyone I care about and give them anything they ever wanted. People are talking about it days after and every time it is mentioned, its like glass shattering in my ears. How could someone be so lucky? He will probably eat the best food and buy the nicest things. But thats all they will be is "things". The money will slowly push family and friends away. He will no longer have to work, he will no longer have time for people that were there before. Because the money is all thats there. Maybe I envy him. Or maybe i'm sorry for him. I'm not sure. I won the lottery last week. I thought of all the things I could do and places I could go. A 2 dollar winning lottery ticket made me realize that I won. We are all rich! In our own minds. Our struggle is what makes our character. Our stories is the poetry of life. We win the lottery everyday, most of us just don't know how to spend it.

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Mar 11, 2015

Mar 11, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC

Winning The Lottery

I won the lottery last week. I played the mega millions with a jackpot of 60 million hoping 5 numbers could determine the rest of my life. Where I live, a man won the lottery only 12 miles from me with a jackpot of 127 million dollars. I try to fathom how that would feel. How I could take everyone I care about and give them anything they ever wanted. People are talking about it days after and every time it is mentioned, its like glass shattering in my ears. How could someone be so lucky? He will probably eat the best food and buy the nicest things. But thats all they will be is "things". The money will slowly push family and friends away. He will no longer have to work, he will no longer have time for people that were there before. Because the money is all thats there. Maybe I envy him. Or maybe i'm sorry for him. I'm not sure. I won the lottery last week. I thought of all the things I could do and places I could go. A 2 dollar winning lottery ticket made me realize that I won. We are all rich! In our own minds. Our struggle is what makes our character. Our stories is the poetry of life. We win the lottery everyday, most of us just don't know how to spend it.

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Happy Birthday, My Super Star Sister From the day you were born, I've watched you grow In this life, Into the nicest person one could know. Love changes everything, words oh so true; My world changed the moment when we both became sisters, me and you. A baby sister who captured my heart, At the first moment we decided to take birth together. As you have said to me many times in the past, Perhaps we decided who will be first and who will be last. No matter how many storms or chaos comes our way Nothing and no one can tear us apart; That goes for all those who love you to bits, Even they cannot break what we have built. We have had good times and bad times too, With new memories to make. Especially when we do fight and we may not tell each other everything; Reh and Rose will always shine together Like the Sun and Stars that always shine bright. You light up a room, soon as you appear. A gift to the world, So precious and dear. My sister and friend, A true bond forever, I always love all the moments, And the time we spend together. May this special day and all days after Be filled with abundant love and laughter. Every moment a moment to treasure For a sister who brings so much pleasure. Never change from the woman that you are. To us sisters! you are a "Super Star!" Thanks for staying close to my soul and heart Even though we were staying far apart. You always kept me in your heart and mind. A sister like you takes many lives to find. We may not be sisters by blood but be beyond, Soul sisters that we're born together with an unbreakable bond. Happy Birthday to My Birth Buddy, My Childhood friend, My Better Half, My Younger Soul Sister Rose I'd just like to say, You're one in a million, And I'm glad I can share my day with you. Have a wonderful day. Happy Birthday Sister!

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Oct 12, 2020

Oct 12, 2020 at 1:36 AM UTC

Happy Birthday, My Super Star Sister!!!

Happy Birthday, My Super Star Sister From the day you were born, I've watched you grow In this life, Into the nicest person one could know. Love changes everything, words oh so true; My world changed the moment when we both became sisters, me and you. A baby sister who captured my heart, At the first moment we decided to take birth together. As you have said to me many times in the past, Perhaps we decided who will be first and who will be last. No matter how many storms or chaos comes our way Nothing and no one can tear us apart; That goes for all those who love you to bits, Even they cannot break what we have built. We have had good times and bad times too, With new memories to make. Especially when we do fight and we may not tell each other everything; Reh and Rose will always shine together Like the Sun and Stars that always shine bright. You light up a room, soon as you appear. A gift to the world, So precious and dear. My sister and friend, A true bond forever, I always love all the moments, And the time we spend together. May this special day and all days after Be filled with abundant love and laughter. Every moment a moment to treasure For a sister who brings so much pleasure. Never change from the woman that you are. To us sisters! you are a "Super Star!" Thanks for staying close to my soul and heart Even though we were staying far apart. You always kept me in your heart and mind. A sister like you takes many lives to find. We may not be sisters by blood but be beyond, Soul sisters that we're born together with an unbreakable bond. Happy Birthday to My Birth Buddy, My Childhood friend, My Better Half, My Younger Soul Sister Rose I'd just like to say, You're one in a million, And I'm glad I can share my day with you. Have a wonderful day. Happy Birthday Sister!

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Stuffed full of toys and ribbons, Tinsel and baubles, Santa and his reindeer, Deliver to all, Presents for children, For their mums and their dads, For Aunts and Uncles, Nans and Granddads, There’s perfume and clothing, Chocolate and sweets, Santa delivers the nicest of treats.

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Aug 28, 2012

Aug 28, 2012 at 11:20 AM UTC

Stuffed full of toys and ribbons, Tinsel and baubles, Santa and his reindeer, Deliver to all, Presents for children, For their mums and their dads, For Aunts and Uncles, Nans and Granddads, There’s perfume and clothing, Chocolate and sweets, Santa delivers the nicest of treats.

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I'm not like the other guys. I can't escape this it always finds me, I try hard to stop it but there's no stopping. I can't fight it off because it's not of my control, It's how other people think and I'm just a fool. I can't escape what others percieve me as, I just be myself and I guess I'm an *** I don't understand why I keep getting pushed down, I am the nicest guy I know and yet I'm being like all guys around. I try hard to be the best and the opposite of the others, But it seems like in the end I'm just like my twin brother. I'm nothing special and I'm just an idiot, Don't feel bad if you've called me that I'm used to it. My dad would say I'm a failure at life that I need to just see, I tried to block that out but that's exactly what others have shown me, I'm nothing special and I'm just like the others why even try? It's like every girl I come across would be better off if I die. I'm the guy that will cry when I'm told something wrong, It's probably because I've held all my emotions in for so long. I know there's great times but then there's the bad, and when those bad occurs it just makes me really sad. I'm not lying when I say I try **** it I try really hard! I don't want to be that ******* of a guy that ****** in peoples yards! I try not to be that horrible guy that plays 2-3 girls, I try not being that horrible guy that's ***** rules his world! I know that I think with my brain or atleast I say I do, I'm sorry to all if I've ever hurt any of you. I'm reconsidering what I've thought from the first time this happened, I might just delete this account and that's just going to be the end. Please don't be mad or sad, don't tell me to stay. I'm probably going too anyways, I'm just trying to smile for once again this is my escape, But how can your sanctuary be something that's worse in a way? I love you so much, I love you all I'm not lying. But I can't stand the girls that turn their backs on me, Because inside I'm really dying. I'm not an emo so ***** all of you if that's what you see. I'm just someone confused with this site, Who can't stand all the fights, I want this to be the place that's right, But soon it'll take over my sight. If you want me to stay, then show me that im diffrent, Make me know, im not like the others, I want to show guys here, that im diffrent. Tell me should I stay?

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Jan 22, 2015

Jan 22, 2015 at 4:25 PM UTC

I'm not like the other guys

I'm not like the other guys. I can't escape this it always finds me, I try hard to stop it but there's no stopping. I can't fight it off because it's not of my control, It's how other people think and I'm just a fool. I can't escape what others percieve me as, I just be myself and I guess I'm an *** I don't understand why I keep getting pushed down, I am the nicest guy I know and yet I'm being like all guys around. I try hard to be the best and the opposite of the others, But it seems like in the end I'm just like my twin brother. I'm nothing special and I'm just an idiot, Don't feel bad if you've called me that I'm used to it. My dad would say I'm a failure at life that I need to just see, I tried to block that out but that's exactly what others have shown me, I'm nothing special and I'm just like the others why even try? It's like every girl I come across would be better off if I die. I'm the guy that will cry when I'm told something wrong, It's probably because I've held all my emotions in for so long. I know there's great times but then there's the bad, and when those bad occurs it just makes me really sad. I'm not lying when I say I try **** it I try really hard! I don't want to be that ******* of a guy that ****** in peoples yards! I try not to be that horrible guy that plays 2-3 girls, I try not being that horrible guy that's ***** rules his world! I know that I think with my brain or atleast I say I do, I'm sorry to all if I've ever hurt any of you. I'm reconsidering what I've thought from the first time this happened, I might just delete this account and that's just going to be the end. Please don't be mad or sad, don't tell me to stay. I'm probably going too anyways, I'm just trying to smile for once again this is my escape, But how can your sanctuary be something that's worse in a way? I love you so much, I love you all I'm not lying. But I can't stand the girls that turn their backs on me, Because inside I'm really dying. I'm not an emo so ***** all of you if that's what you see. I'm just someone confused with this site, Who can't stand all the fights, I want this to be the place that's right, But soon it'll take over my sight. If you want me to stay, then show me that im diffrent, Make me know, im not like the others, I want to show guys here, that im diffrent. Tell me should I stay?

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Genial poets, pink-faced earnest wits— you have given the world some choice morsels, gobbets of language presented as one presents T-bone steak and Cherries Jubilee. Goodbye, goodbye, I don’t care if I never taste your fine food again, neutral fellows, seers of every side. Tolerance, what crimes are committed in your name. And you, good women, bakers of nicest bread, blood donors. Your crumbs choke me, I would not want a drop of your blood in me, it is pumped by weak hearts, perfect pulses that never falter: irresponsive to nightmare reality. It is my brothers, my sisters, whose blood spurts out and stops forever because you choose to believe it is not your business. Goodbye, goodbye, your poems shut their little mouths, your loaves grow moldy, a gulf has split the ground between us, and you won’t wave, you’re looking another way. We shan’t meet again— unless you leap it, leaving behind you the cherished worms of your dispassion, your pallid ironies, your jovial, murderous, wry-humored balanced judgment, leap over, un- balanced? ... then how our fanatic tears would flow and mingle for joy ...

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Denise Levertov

Goodbye To Tolerance

Genial poets, pink-faced earnest wits— you have given the world some choice morsels, gobbets of language presented as one presents T-bone steak and Cherries Jubilee. Goodbye, goodbye, I don’t care if I never taste your fine food again, neutral fellows, seers of every side. Tolerance, what crimes are committed in your name. And you, good women, bakers of nicest bread, blood donors. Your crumbs choke me, I would not want a drop of your blood in me, it is pumped by weak hearts, perfect pulses that never falter: irresponsive to nightmare reality. It is my brothers, my sisters, whose blood spurts out and stops forever because you choose to believe it is not your business. Goodbye, goodbye, your poems shut their little mouths, your loaves grow moldy, a gulf has split the ground between us, and you won’t wave, you’re looking another way. We shan’t meet again— unless you leap it, leaving behind you the cherished worms of your dispassion, your pallid ironies, your jovial, murderous, wry-humored balanced judgment, leap over, un- balanced? ... then how our fanatic tears would flow and mingle for joy ...

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I wake up early in the morning Because, I like to see you sleeping Whenever I saw your face Found reflection of good fortune You are one of my nicest thought You are my sweetest dream come true You are like a blessing from the heaven Emotion For You is Unexplainable ................Karunakar Saroj............................ (31August 2014 )

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Aug 30, 2014

Aug 30, 2014 at 6:55 PM UTC

karunakar-saroj

*Emotion For You*

I wake up early in the morning Because, I like to see you sleeping Whenever I saw your face Found reflection of good fortune You are one of my nicest thought You are my sweetest dream come true You are like a blessing from the heaven Emotion For You is Unexplainable ................Karunakar Saroj............................ (31August 2014 )

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Now, the truth Luke & Leia is this love Thank God not the wrong kind Siblings apart since birth Together till the end of time Darth vader concious Dark, evil, twisted Luring Luke innocent No Luke! Don't do it! Doesn't matter he's your Dad Doesn't matter how sad He doesn't give a hoot Who on earth he shoots Stormtrooper beware Puppet of your master You will be beaten big time By a gorgeous little Ewok Chewy & Han You are the man Milenium shoots them all You saved the day Kept Darth vader at bay You saved our heros Wicked Poor Han solid In some ungodly squalor Not the nicest end Certainly not Han Solo's plan Geez George ... really ... Tin & metal R2, See threepio Nitter natter chatter Lots of friendly banter Cuter than buttons You just wanna hug em Jedi Knight Yoda Played his part of course Strong in force He helped the cause Although he has passed over Goodness wins in the end Good force takes the flag Mighty, Epic, Timeless And gloriously mad

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Jun 18, 2014

Jun 18, 2014 at 3:46 AM UTC

joann-rolleston

Star wars pen .. the journey ends ..

Now, the truth Luke & Leia is this love Thank God not the wrong kind Siblings apart since birth Together till the end of time Darth vader concious Dark, evil, twisted Luring Luke innocent No Luke! Don't do it! Doesn't matter he's your Dad Doesn't matter how sad He doesn't give a hoot Who on earth he shoots Stormtrooper beware Puppet of your master You will be beaten big time By a gorgeous little Ewok Chewy & Han You are the man Milenium shoots them all You saved the day Kept Darth vader at bay You saved our heros Wicked Poor Han solid In some ungodly squalor Not the nicest end Certainly not Han Solo's plan Geez George ... really ... Tin & metal R2, See threepio Nitter natter chatter Lots of friendly banter Cuter than buttons You just wanna hug em Jedi Knight Yoda Played his part of course Strong in force He helped the cause Although he has passed over Goodness wins in the end Good force takes the flag Mighty, Epic, Timeless And gloriously mad

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I didn’t love you. I loved the way you loved me. I loved the idea of us, I loved what I meant to you. I won’t ever love you. I'm sorry I couldn't fall in love with you, I'm sorry for pretending that eventually I would. I know when I walked away I left you shattered. I hope you're okay now and forgiven me. We had a good thing going I know that's how you saw it, we were perfect together. But we never were. I was looking for a way out before we began. You can put the blame on me, I led you on. All those late night conversations, you know so many things about me that I never knew about myself. We spoke about the future and you always put me in yours but I don't even know where I'll be a year from now. I am sorry. It wasn't you and I know that's cliche but you were never unkind or mean, you actually were the nicest, most honest guy I've ever met and I was so lucky to have you in my life for the time that I did. You took the good with the bad, even though there was so much more bad than good. I made you believe things were better than they were and I know now I should've let you know instead of stringing you along. I knew my feelings for you were changing and I tried to ignore it, because you were amazing. You were everything I ever wanted but it wasn't enough, it wasn't real. The hardest part about this was letting go, knowing you were crumbling inside yourself asking yourself what you did wrong. I received all the text and voicemails and it broke me to not answer but I had to let you go, you needed to know the truth. And to answer your question, yes I did try to love you but love shouldn't have to be this hard. I wish love was enough to keep me. I wish the love you have for me was enough to fix everything. I feel like I’ve been apologizing for days now and I know they seem like empty words but I had nothing but good intentions. I never meant to ruin you. If I could rewrite this ending believe me I would. I know its different now but I hope you’re well and you’ll always have a special place in my heart and I know that doesn’t mean much to you because your heart is sitting in the corner of my room where you left it. I know it’s different between us now and you don’t understand why I walked away but you deserve someone who can love you as much as you love me. What I need you to know is that just because I wasn't the one doesn't mean she isn't out there waiting for you. You keep looking and you will find someone you deserve, someone who deserves you and loves you equally. I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed but thank you for loving me.

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Apr 22, 2017

Apr 22, 2017 at 5:13 PM UTC

I didn't love you...

I didn’t love you. I loved the way you loved me. I loved the idea of us, I loved what I meant to you. I won’t ever love you. I'm sorry I couldn't fall in love with you, I'm sorry for pretending that eventually I would. I know when I walked away I left you shattered. I hope you're okay now and forgiven me. We had a good thing going I know that's how you saw it, we were perfect together. But we never were. I was looking for a way out before we began. You can put the blame on me, I led you on. All those late night conversations, you know so many things about me that I never knew about myself. We spoke about the future and you always put me in yours but I don't even know where I'll be a year from now. I am sorry. It wasn't you and I know that's cliche but you were never unkind or mean, you actually were the nicest, most honest guy I've ever met and I was so lucky to have you in my life for the time that I did. You took the good with the bad, even though there was so much more bad than good. I made you believe things were better than they were and I know now I should've let you know instead of stringing you along. I knew my feelings for you were changing and I tried to ignore it, because you were amazing. You were everything I ever wanted but it wasn't enough, it wasn't real. The hardest part about this was letting go, knowing you were crumbling inside yourself asking yourself what you did wrong. I received all the text and voicemails and it broke me to not answer but I had to let you go, you needed to know the truth. And to answer your question, yes I did try to love you but love shouldn't have to be this hard. I wish love was enough to keep me. I wish the love you have for me was enough to fix everything. I feel like I’ve been apologizing for days now and I know they seem like empty words but I had nothing but good intentions. I never meant to ruin you. If I could rewrite this ending believe me I would. I know its different now but I hope you’re well and you’ll always have a special place in my heart and I know that doesn’t mean much to you because your heart is sitting in the corner of my room where you left it. I know it’s different between us now and you don’t understand why I walked away but you deserve someone who can love you as much as you love me. What I need you to know is that just because I wasn't the one doesn't mean she isn't out there waiting for you. You keep looking and you will find someone you deserve, someone who deserves you and loves you equally. I’m sorry I couldn’t be what you needed but thank you for loving me.

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I spent My last $20 On you. I hope You like What I got you. I know They're not The nicest ones there, But I, Wanted to show That I was thinking bout you. I know that, Times have been Tough for you, And I Know that this Wont make everything right. But I've been thinking bout you. And with Every petal that falls I hope you Know that it's Every thought I have bout you. Yes I I love you.

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May 12, 2018

May 12, 2018 at 9:41 PM UTC

I spent My last $20 On you. I hope You like What I got you. I know They're not The nicest ones there, But I, Wanted to show That I was thinking bout you. I know that, Times have been Tough for you, And I Know that this Wont make everything right. But I've been thinking bout you. And with Every petal that falls I hope you Know that it's Every thought I have bout you. Yes I I love you.

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Would but indulgent Fortune send To me a kind, and faithful Friend, One who to Virtue's Laws is true, And does her nicest Rules pursue; One Pious, Lib'ral, Just and Brave, And to his Passions not a Slave; Who full of Honour, void of Pride, Will freely praise, and freely chide; But not indulge the smallest Fault, Nor entertain one slighting Thought: Who still the same will ever prove, Will still instruct ans still will love: In whom I safely may confide, And with him all my Cares divide: Who has a large capacious Mind, Join'd with a Knowledge unconfin'd: A Reason bright, a Judgement true, A Wit both quick, and solid too: Who can of all things talk with Ease, And whose Converse will ever please: Who charm'd with Wit, and inward Graces, Despises Fools with tempting Faces; And still a beauteous Mind does prize Above the most enchanting Eyes: I would not envy Queens their State, Nor once desire a happier Fate.

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Lady Mary Chudleigh

Would but indulgent Fortune send To me a kind, and faithful Friend, One who to Virtue's Laws is true, And does her nicest Rules pursue; One Pious, Lib'ral, Just and Brave, And to his Passions not a Slave; Who full of Honour, void of Pride, Will freely praise, and freely chide; But not indulge the smallest Fault, Nor entertain one slighting Thought: Who still the same will ever prove, Will still instruct ans still will love: In whom I safely may confide, And with him all my Cares divide: Who has a large capacious Mind, Join'd with a Knowledge unconfin'd: A Reason bright, a Judgement true, A Wit both quick, and solid too: Who can of all things talk with Ease, And whose Converse will ever please: Who charm'd with Wit, and inward Graces, Despises Fools with tempting Faces; And still a beauteous Mind does prize Above the most enchanting Eyes: I would not envy Queens their State, Nor once desire a happier Fate.

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It can be the nicest thing, Not breathing Just laying there in the silence, Not breathing The silence that your ears try to fill with ringing the ringing that you break when you take, A breath It can be so peaceful, Not breathing Just feeling that thumping, against, your ribcage when you’re not, Breathing It can be so relaxing, Not breathing It’s a chance for your muscles to sleep while you lay there in silence not, Breathing The way your mind has no need to focus on anything but the fact that you’re not, Breathing Your brain just focuses on this silence this ringing the peace everything is peaceful only feeling your heart against your chest so relaxing laying there with the ringing of silence and your brain won’t let the world outside your own being in but when your throat starts pleading with that pain pleading for this air that we rely on to be, this action that is so simple and breaks this peaceful moment and we do it we take, That breath.

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Sep 25, 2014

Sep 25, 2014 at 6:48 AM UTC

It can be the nicest thing, Not breathing Just laying there in the silence, Not breathing The silence that your ears try to fill with ringing the ringing that you break when you take, A breath It can be so peaceful, Not breathing Just feeling that thumping, against, your ribcage when you’re not, Breathing It can be so relaxing, Not breathing It’s a chance for your muscles to sleep while you lay there in silence not, Breathing The way your mind has no need to focus on anything but the fact that you’re not, Breathing Your brain just focuses on this silence this ringing the peace everything is peaceful only feeling your heart against your chest so relaxing laying there with the ringing of silence and your brain won’t let the world outside your own being in but when your throat starts pleading with that pain pleading for this air that we rely on to be, this action that is so simple and breaks this peaceful moment and we do it we take, That breath.

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when i was thirteen i remember whenever i went over to a friend's house who had a sort of get-together with a whole ton of other kids about once a month i'd sit on the rug in their basement with twenty other teenagers looking at socks. there are ten kids in my family and two ****** parents and we had a whole bathtub full of socks and if you could find two that actually fit you were golden never mind matching or nice and white... and sitting looking at all the other kids' socks i felt like **** they had the nicest whitest socks you ever saw and mine were grey worn dilapidated specimens that i'd dug out from the very bottom. and somehow i decided that this was a failure on my mother's part that she didn't keep our floors clean enough or she didn't wash my socks right and so i spent my thirteenth year feeling like **** over socks and today i was folding some socks (do you fold socks? i dunno how it works. whatever) and i was looking at them colorful silly but grungy still and the white ones still grey and i thought well i don't have a mother anymore and my socks still aren't white and nice i guess that's one less ****** thing in my life i don't have to blame her for anymore another nice thing is that i don't give a **** about socks

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Mar 1, 2013

Mar 1, 2013 at 3:59 PM UTC

19 3/4 years of ****** socks

when i was thirteen i remember whenever i went over to a friend's house who had a sort of get-together with a whole ton of other kids about once a month i'd sit on the rug in their basement with twenty other teenagers looking at socks. there are ten kids in my family and two ****** parents and we had a whole bathtub full of socks and if you could find two that actually fit you were golden never mind matching or nice and white... and sitting looking at all the other kids' socks i felt like **** they had the nicest whitest socks you ever saw and mine were grey worn dilapidated specimens that i'd dug out from the very bottom. and somehow i decided that this was a failure on my mother's part that she didn't keep our floors clean enough or she didn't wash my socks right and so i spent my thirteenth year feeling like **** over socks and today i was folding some socks (do you fold socks? i dunno how it works. whatever) and i was looking at them colorful silly but grungy still and the white ones still grey and i thought well i don't have a mother anymore and my socks still aren't white and nice i guess that's one less ****** thing in my life i don't have to blame her for anymore another nice thing is that i don't give a **** about socks

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The **** blooms weren’t even that pretty and the nicest thing on the ground was dead. Gas trucks and red cars turned up the earth; we should get out of here. It was orange zest in the middle of doughy flour, a risk that not many chefs take. It was leaves from autumn, twisted and forgotten under shoes of hikers. It was the sunset sand art that dropped, soundly to the ground, left for brooms and vacuums. Outlined like the eyes of an Indian princess, the wings left its powder matter, a footprint, by the shoreline and asphalt. But the Earth didn’t care; and the **** blooms, the chefs, the hikers, the brooms, they didn’t care. What a treacherous thing, to take a risk when you think people care.

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Oct 8, 2012

Oct 8, 2012 at 6:11 PM UTC

danielle-renee-1

There were thousands of butterflies on the side of the road

The **** blooms weren’t even that pretty and the nicest thing on the ground was dead. Gas trucks and red cars turned up the earth; we should get out of here. It was orange zest in the middle of doughy flour, a risk that not many chefs take. It was leaves from autumn, twisted and forgotten under shoes of hikers. It was the sunset sand art that dropped, soundly to the ground, left for brooms and vacuums. Outlined like the eyes of an Indian princess, the wings left its powder matter, a footprint, by the shoreline and asphalt. But the Earth didn’t care; and the **** blooms, the chefs, the hikers, the brooms, they didn’t care. What a treacherous thing, to take a risk when you think people care.

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Should I hang with my friend who I haven't seen in a year or go meet this tinder girl? Someone New - Hozier I just can't put my finger on it. something about her is goregous. Baby Got Back - Jonathon Coulton You're right. It's totally her *** Ugly Faces - Watsky Shh, spotify, be nice. It's not her fault. Do Better - Say Anything Okay okay, you're right. I'll bring her home. All Time Low - Jon Bellion Oh c'mon, She's not that bad... Proove Me Wrong - Dub FX Well like... her personality is pretty cute. Some Girls Are Crazy - Echo Movement I can't beleive I just had *** in my backseat. Glad You Came - The Wanted Yikes. All the girls dropped from this party. it's just gonna be me and my three dude friends. *To Many ***** On The Dancefloor - Flight Of The Concords* I completely agree. Should i go or just come up with a ****** excuse to leave? *You Don't Have To Be A ********** - Flight Of The Concords* You're right i'll leave. What should i tell them? Working - I Fight Dragons No i already told them i got the day off. That wouldn't work. My Buddy's Back - Big D and The Kids Table Oh perfect! Sleepyhead - Passion Pit Yeah I should go to bed. Let me finish this poem first. Go To Bed - Ookla The Mok I'm stuck on this line. What's a good word to describe Port Veritas? Like... one word? Home - Phillip Phillips. That's adorable... you're so right. See You Again - Wiz Kahlifa **** you spotify that was super uncalled for. Now i'm bummed out. Get Over It - Ok Go Dude. That's like super insensitive Ungrateful - Streetlight Manifesto No i'm not ungrateful. I love you, you just don't need to make me cry when i'm down in the dumps like that. Lean Into The Fall - Mona I guess you're right. Fine. Thank you. All The Stars In Texas - Ludo That's the nicest thing that anyones ever said to me. I like when you do that. Like or Like Like - Miniature Tigers Uhh, i guess like like. You're pretty much my favorite app. R U Mine? - Arctic Monleys. I think maybe you're moving a little fast spotify... i don't think I'm ready for that kind of commitment. I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys This is getting weird. I'm going to bed. I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie Okay no, seriously i'm turning you off. Don't Unplug Me - All Caps.

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Mar 6, 2016

Mar 6, 2016 at 12:55 AM UTC

Realizing Spotify is the only non fictional voice in my head.

Should I hang with my friend who I haven't seen in a year or go meet this tinder girl? Someone New - Hozier I just can't put my finger on it. something about her is goregous. Baby Got Back - Jonathon Coulton You're right. It's totally her *** Ugly Faces - Watsky Shh, spotify, be nice. It's not her fault. Do Better - Say Anything Okay okay, you're right. I'll bring her home. All Time Low - Jon Bellion Oh c'mon, She's not that bad... Proove Me Wrong - Dub FX Well like... her personality is pretty cute. Some Girls Are Crazy - Echo Movement I can't beleive I just had *** in my backseat. Glad You Came - The Wanted Yikes. All the girls dropped from this party. it's just gonna be me and my three dude friends. *To Many ***** On The Dancefloor - Flight Of The Concords* I completely agree. Should i go or just come up with a ****** excuse to leave? *You Don't Have To Be A ********** - Flight Of The Concords* You're right i'll leave. What should i tell them? Working - I Fight Dragons No i already told them i got the day off. That wouldn't work. My Buddy's Back - Big D and The Kids Table Oh perfect! Sleepyhead - Passion Pit Yeah I should go to bed. Let me finish this poem first. Go To Bed - Ookla The Mok I'm stuck on this line. What's a good word to describe Port Veritas? Like... one word? Home - Phillip Phillips. That's adorable... you're so right. See You Again - Wiz Kahlifa **** you spotify that was super uncalled for. Now i'm bummed out. Get Over It - Ok Go Dude. That's like super insensitive Ungrateful - Streetlight Manifesto No i'm not ungrateful. I love you, you just don't need to make me cry when i'm down in the dumps like that. Lean Into The Fall - Mona I guess you're right. Fine. Thank you. All The Stars In Texas - Ludo That's the nicest thing that anyones ever said to me. I like when you do that. Like or Like Like - Miniature Tigers Uhh, i guess like like. You're pretty much my favorite app. R U Mine? - Arctic Monleys. I think maybe you're moving a little fast spotify... i don't think I'm ready for that kind of commitment. I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys This is getting weird. I'm going to bed. I Will Follow You Into The Dark - Death Cab For Cutie Okay no, seriously i'm turning you off. Don't Unplug Me - All Caps.

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Please, I've forgotten how to hold a pen, she said. Those were the words that convinced me to write a letter from a stranger to a stranger. So this is a message to you from her. She's asking how you're doing. She wonders if the stars are brighter where you are. You know, there's a meteor shower coming in a few weeks' time, she's she's asking if you knew, and if you'd watch it with her at eleven in the evening the Saturday after the next so she'd feel like you were right there beside her pointing out which streak held the most brilliant color and if you're asking, she's doing fine. She's wondering if you know how silkworms spin silk, because a friend asked her the other day she didn't know how to reply except by telling herself that you would've known, so how do they spin silk? Let me know as soon as possible, she says my friend wants to know. But I think she's asking that as an excuse to hear your voice but also because she really wants to know how silkworms spin silk and if you think jade is the nicest kind of green or if you prefer hiking or swimming if you agree that innocence is just untested character and if you're asking, she's longing for answers. She's hoping you don't think of her, and she's hoping you do. She wants me to tell you that she wants you to remember but she wants you to forget the pain, so might as well forget everything because hurt is the price of loving someone. She confesses that she's tried to stop writing about you but every time she sits down to write her soul into words your memory slips in and dances off her pages and she tries to stop it and if you're asking, she's trying to find ways to make thinking about you easier. According to her, she's quieter now not just her mouth but her feet, her hair her eyes her spirit Look at what you've done, she says. I I've always been a terrible liar. Please, I've forgotten how to hold a pen.

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Dec 21, 2013

Dec 21, 2013 at 10:54 AM UTC

Please, I've forgotten how to hold a pen, she said. Those were the words that convinced me to write a letter from a stranger to a stranger. So this is a message to you from her. She's asking how you're doing. She wonders if the stars are brighter where you are. You know, there's a meteor shower coming in a few weeks' time, she's she's asking if you knew, and if you'd watch it with her at eleven in the evening the Saturday after the next so she'd feel like you were right there beside her pointing out which streak held the most brilliant color and if you're asking, she's doing fine. She's wondering if you know how silkworms spin silk, because a friend asked her the other day she didn't know how to reply except by telling herself that you would've known, so how do they spin silk? Let me know as soon as possible, she says my friend wants to know. But I think she's asking that as an excuse to hear your voice but also because she really wants to know how silkworms spin silk and if you think jade is the nicest kind of green or if you prefer hiking or swimming if you agree that innocence is just untested character and if you're asking, she's longing for answers. She's hoping you don't think of her, and she's hoping you do. She wants me to tell you that she wants you to remember but she wants you to forget the pain, so might as well forget everything because hurt is the price of loving someone. She confesses that she's tried to stop writing about you but every time she sits down to write her soul into words your memory slips in and dances off her pages and she tries to stop it and if you're asking, she's trying to find ways to make thinking about you easier. According to her, she's quieter now not just her mouth but her feet, her hair her eyes her spirit Look at what you've done, she says. I I've always been a terrible liar. Please, I've forgotten how to hold a pen.

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So soon to touch It's never enough You swim in my brain Naked and alluring **Feel me Want me** Enticing me with pain Whispers of 'mine' No need to be tame I've changed my mind Scream out my name Give me all you got Please don't hold back Once in a lifetime **Please me Touch me** I'm reaching my prime You've reached my insides Sheath yourself deeply Inside my body I'm so very ready **Take me Arouse me** I want all of you Every delicious inch I'm never through I can't get enough of you **Lick me Bite me** Drink all of me Like I wanna swallow All of you Don't you know What they say is true It's the nicest, sweetest girls That in bed Will rock your world **Pleasure me Taste me Tease me** Finish Me ~please~

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Nov 30, 2014

Nov 30, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC

Please **** Sunday)

So soon to touch It's never enough You swim in my brain Naked and alluring **Feel me Want me** Enticing me with pain Whispers of 'mine' No need to be tame I've changed my mind Scream out my name Give me all you got Please don't hold back Once in a lifetime **Please me Touch me** I'm reaching my prime You've reached my insides Sheath yourself deeply Inside my body I'm so very ready **Take me Arouse me** I want all of you Every delicious inch I'm never through I can't get enough of you **Lick me Bite me** Drink all of me Like I wanna swallow All of you Don't you know What they say is true It's the nicest, sweetest girls That in bed Will rock your world **Pleasure me Taste me Tease me** Finish Me ~please~

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Some stand on the corner and seek a donation. Stating nothing more. I believe some of the nicest people, are the homeless? Now, the meanest are? Mmmm those with negative comments. Why? Don't they get a job? Good point? Except, those that donate do so from the heart. And yes, some are hustlers with a job? But those with cars might not be homeless at all. We know not their stories and many have a testimonial to encourage another. But in my heart, I believe the homeless, are some of the nicest people? Have you been around those judgemental church folks?

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Jul 22, 2018

Jul 22, 2018 at 10:42 PM UTC

jeffrey-conyers

Some of the Nicest People

Some stand on the corner and seek a donation. Stating nothing more. I believe some of the nicest people, are the homeless? Now, the meanest are? Mmmm those with negative comments. Why? Don't they get a job? Good point? Except, those that donate do so from the heart. And yes, some are hustlers with a job? But those with cars might not be homeless at all. We know not their stories and many have a testimonial to encourage another. But in my heart, I believe the homeless, are some of the nicest people? Have you been around those judgemental church folks?

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Everything has become so different in a couple of months, I have become the most beloved on all fronts. But the mere thought of getting married, Gives me goosebumps. My heart starts pounding, And my body becomes numb. But just to become Mrs. from Miss, I have to forego on all these? Life would be so much different, And every move so uncertain. Responsibilities that I never took as a daughter, Would be forced upon me, as a daughter-in-law. My complaining mother will have nothing to nag about, Seeing her daughter as punctual as a clock. All these thoughts fills me up with anxiety, That now I have to take care of a new set of relatives and a SOCIETY. Now everyone would expect me to become the nicest, But why they don't understand? I am still Daddy's little princess. Yeah i know, overthinking won't help, And even if i make any mistake, he willl be there to weld.

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Sep 21, 2020

Sep 21, 2020 at 11:01 AM UTC

Journey from Miss to Mrs.

Everything has become so different in a couple of months, I have become the most beloved on all fronts. But the mere thought of getting married, Gives me goosebumps. My heart starts pounding, And my body becomes numb. But just to become Mrs. from Miss, I have to forego on all these? Life would be so much different, And every move so uncertain. Responsibilities that I never took as a daughter, Would be forced upon me, as a daughter-in-law. My complaining mother will have nothing to nag about, Seeing her daughter as punctual as a clock. All these thoughts fills me up with anxiety, That now I have to take care of a new set of relatives and a SOCIETY. Now everyone would expect me to become the nicest, But why they don't understand? I am still Daddy's little princess. Yeah i know, overthinking won't help, And even if i make any mistake, he willl be there to weld.

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