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Our parents are always telling us , you have to go to school, that you'll learn everything you need to know before you're ready for the big world, and that'll you need it to get into your dream job But now a days our education isn't about learning, its about passing Our education now isn't the same as it used to be It teaches us that if you're not at a certain grade level, you will not succeed That if you don't meet a certain criteria, maybe you're not for fit the course This education system doesn't teach us whats really important for the big world It doesn't teach us how to live, how to do taxes or how to survive It never taught us the living expenses or how to buy a home Never taught us what to expect once we leave for college or how to balance our schedules No. It only taught us homework, about a plant cell, about tangents and circumferences It taught us that homework is more important than family That it's more important than being a kid and having a life It taught us that if you spend time with loved once and didn't do your work, you're setting yourself up for failure They pile us with work it feels like we cant breath They never once thought of the other class assignments that must be due not even 24 hours later They make us memorise things that will no longer be important when we apply for a job We study for hours in hopes to pass that final test that we'll soon forget But what are we suppose to say when someone asks us how we're feeling? We were never taught that We never memorised an equation to help us find the answer We were only ever taught to keep our mouths shut and do our work Its quite funny what we learn in school now Things more than 80% of the students will never have to use let alone see again School was suppose to prepare us for our future For the job choice we pick Instead we meet and learned quadratics and plant cells We were taught homework is what your focus should always be on We were never taught about the future and what to do And most importantly We were never taught how to love ourselves and the things we should be greatful for They've turn us into sad, mindless robots that's are more concerned about grades and passing than whats going on with the family We lock ourselves in our rooms doing homework for 6 hours than talking to our mothers or fathers who wonder about us We were never taught the importance of family before it was too late Every single highschool student wishes they can turn back the clocks, but it'll never work We were taught the hard way that you don't really know what you have until its gone Something we weren't prepared for They never prepared us for the future Instead, we prepare our self for the possible failing outcome How are we suppose to make a living for ourselves when all we have learned was the stress over homework and family? The depression over a failed test or assignment? The lost feeling of the lost time? How are we suppose to love ourselves when all we do is put yourself down because of school? This education system never prepared us for anything Instead, this education system officially has broken all of us.
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC
Our Broken Education System
Our parents are always telling us , you have to go to school, that you'll learn everything you need to know before you're ready for the big world, and that'll you need it to get into your dream job But now a days our education isn't about learning, its about passing Our education now isn't the same as it used to be It teaches us that if you're not at a certain grade level, you will not succeed That if you don't meet a certain criteria, maybe you're not for fit the course This education system doesn't teach us whats really important for the big world It doesn't teach us how to live, how to do taxes or how to survive It never taught us the living expenses or how to buy a home Never taught us what to expect once we leave for college or how to balance our schedules No. It only taught us homework, about a plant cell, about tangents and circumferences It taught us that homework is more important than family That it's more important than being a kid and having a life It taught us that if you spend time with loved once and didn't do your work, you're setting yourself up for failure They pile us with work it feels like we cant breath They never once thought of the other class assignments that must be due not even 24 hours later They make us memorise things that will no longer be important when we apply for a job We study for hours in hopes to pass that final test that we'll soon forget But what are we suppose to say when someone asks us how we're feeling? We were never taught that We never memorised an equation to help us find the answer We were only ever taught to keep our mouths shut and do our work Its quite funny what we learn in school now Things more than 80% of the students will never have to use let alone see again School was suppose to prepare us for our future For the job choice we pick Instead we meet and learned quadratics and plant cells We were taught homework is what your focus should always be on We were never taught about the future and what to do And most importantly We were never taught how to love ourselves and the things we should be greatful for They've turn us into sad, mindless robots that's are more concerned about grades and passing than whats going on with the family We lock ourselves in our rooms doing homework for 6 hours than talking to our mothers or fathers who wonder about us We were never taught the importance of family before it was too late Every single highschool student wishes they can turn back the clocks, but it'll never work We were taught the hard way that you don't really know what you have until its gone Something we weren't prepared for They never prepared us for the future Instead, we prepare our self for the possible failing outcome How are we suppose to make a living for ourselves when all we have learned was the stress over homework and family? The depression over a failed test or assignment? The lost feeling of the lost time? How are we suppose to love ourselves when all we do is put yourself down because of school? This education system never prepared us for anything Instead, this education system officially has broken all of us.
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Lush is the quietude of the late Saturday afternoon, rich are the silencing sounds, as variegated as the shades of greens of a man-seeded, nature-patchworked lawn rays reveal some bright, some yellowed spots, all a potent color palette resting worry wearied eyes, untroubled by the gentle fading light's illumination, that soon will disappear and seal officially, another week gone by the lawn, acting as an ceiling acoustic tile, absorbing and reflecting the varied din of disharmonious natural sounds orchestrated, an ever present reminder      that true quiet is not the absence of noise I hear the chill in the air, insects debating vociferously their Saturday evening plans, the waves broom-swishing beach debris, pretending to be young parents putting away the children's toys for the eve the birds speak in Babel multitudes of tongues, chirps, whistles, clicks and clacks, then going strangely silent as if all were praying collectively the afternoon sabbath service, with an intensity of the silent devotion this moment, i cannot well enough communicate, this trump of light absolutes, and animal maybes, that are visually and aurally presented  in a living surround sound screen, Dolby, of course, all a plot of ease and gentility, in toto, sweet serenity here to cease, no more tinkering, leave well enough, plenty well enough
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 10:39 AM UTC
Lush is the quietude of the late Saturday afternoon
It’s kinda pointless The purpose was clear as its intention But still, it was kinda pointless It was like when a kid lets go of his balloon. The string slowly evaporates from his hand As he covers his brow looking skyward to the horizon He let go of his first lover because maybe that would make his wishes come true Or maybe he let it go so a part of him could touch God. It was kinda pointless. Our on and off again two month relationship Every two months or so I would create every insecurity that my poetic lips could fabricate Twist and turn on my restless nights in one way street fashion But those other every two months Were magical I could write a million poems about your body if only my hands weren’t too busy touching it I would memorize the way your footsteps walked home incase I ever needed to find you And every song on the radio was our love song But for another two months I let you go officially And I guess that was kinda pointless *** now I pointlessly think aimlessly for why I did it Maybe I just didn’t want to see you evaporate from my hands again Or maybe it’s *** I thought if I let go of my first lover, my wishes would come true Or maybe it’s because when I’m kissing you, I feel like I could touch God And that just scared me But when a kid lets go of a balloon, He thinks he’s done with it, but he knows he’s never gonna get it back. But God, damm it, I want it back. I want a reason to smile and know I’m smiling for a reason I want something to hold my wrist, to go on adventures with Making love with you was never pointless, and no, I don’t regret it. In fact, it was flawless. And I’d be skipping for days, waiting to do it again But the feeling was lost. We let it evaporate from our hands. We let our emotions escalade and we lost it. Sacrificed it to a summer’s day Watched it float into one of God’s crevices Letting go you, was like letting go of a balloon. I’m forced to watch it drift away but I never, ever, really saw it pop. When you let go of a balloon, it kisses the sky. So I kissed you good-bye in hopes you will reach new heights.
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Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 11:27 PM UTC
Balloons
It’s kinda pointless The purpose was clear as its intention But still, it was kinda pointless It was like when a kid lets go of his balloon. The string slowly evaporates from his hand As he covers his brow looking skyward to the horizon He let go of his first lover because maybe that would make his wishes come true Or maybe he let it go so a part of him could touch God. It was kinda pointless. Our on and off again two month relationship Every two months or so I would create every insecurity that my poetic lips could fabricate Twist and turn on my restless nights in one way street fashion But those other every two months Were magical I could write a million poems about your body if only my hands weren’t too busy touching it I would memorize the way your footsteps walked home incase I ever needed to find you And every song on the radio was our love song But for another two months I let you go officially And I guess that was kinda pointless *** now I pointlessly think aimlessly for why I did it Maybe I just didn’t want to see you evaporate from my hands again Or maybe it’s *** I thought if I let go of my first lover, my wishes would come true Or maybe it’s because when I’m kissing you, I feel like I could touch God And that just scared me But when a kid lets go of a balloon, He thinks he’s done with it, but he knows he’s never gonna get it back. But God, damm it, I want it back. I want a reason to smile and know I’m smiling for a reason I want something to hold my wrist, to go on adventures with Making love with you was never pointless, and no, I don’t regret it. In fact, it was flawless. And I’d be skipping for days, waiting to do it again But the feeling was lost. We let it evaporate from our hands. We let our emotions escalade and we lost it. Sacrificed it to a summer’s day Watched it float into one of God’s crevices Letting go you, was like letting go of a balloon. I’m forced to watch it drift away but I never, ever, really saw it pop. When you let go of a balloon, it kisses the sky. So I kissed you good-bye in hopes you will reach new heights.
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by Desmond Makatu, Your visits are unpredictable. like a ghost, you're invisible. The attacks are inevitable. You come like a thief at night. You seize me day and night. "Epilepsy: an inevitable thief" Cruelty unrestricted to age. Victimising even toddlers. Unrestricted to ethnic groups. My life has time gaps. Gaps, like discrete graphs. Cracks depict thin line between life and death. Grace bridges the gaps and life prevails over death. Seizures still haunt me like a demonic wrath. "Epilepsy: an inevitable thief" Attacks are brief, bruises lasts forever. You offer questions only God can answer. Quest for answers is like probing for cure of Cancer. Death seemed to be the answer but God thought otherwise. First seizure shook like multiple earthquakes. Followed by a pool of darkness. woke up confused, crowd's ****** expressions said a thousand words. Migraines raided my head, exposed to enormous pressure. Officially baptised by wrath of seizures. "Epilepsy: an inevitable thief" You're a physical and psychological culprit. Like a Yoyo, you take me into a roller-coaster of emotions. Aftermaths of your theft are etched in my mind as if they’re on stones. Behind my “poker face” lies devastating pains than physicals seen by the  crowd. "Epilepsy: an inevitable thief" Watch video on YouTube. https://youtu.be/VggXerYLOHY
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Sep 16, 2017
Sep 16, 2017 at 8:02 PM UTC
Epilepsy: an inevitable thief
Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us. Once we had a country and we thought it fair, Look in the atlas and you'll find it there: We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now. In the village churchyard there grows an old yew, Every spring it blossoms anew: Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that. The consul banged the table and said, "If you've got no passport you're officially dead": But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive. Went to a committee; they offered me a chair; Asked me politely to return next year: But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day? Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said; "If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread": He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me. Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky; It was ****** over Europe, saying, "They must die": O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind. Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin, Saw a door opened and a cat let in: But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews. Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay, Saw the fish swimming as if they were free: Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away. Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees; They had no politicians and sang at their ease: They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race. Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors, A thousand windows and a thousand doors: Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours. Stood on a great plain in the falling snow; Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro: Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.
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Refugee Blues
Say this city has ten million souls, Some are living in mansions, some are living in holes: Yet there's no place for us, my dear, yet there's no place for us. Once we had a country and we thought it fair, Look in the atlas and you'll find it there: We cannot go there now, my dear, we cannot go there now. In the village churchyard there grows an old yew, Every spring it blossoms anew: Old passports can't do that, my dear, old passports can't do that. The consul banged the table and said, "If you've got no passport you're officially dead": But we are still alive, my dear, but we are still alive. Went to a committee; they offered me a chair; Asked me politely to return next year: But where shall we go to-day, my dear, but where shall we go to-day? Came to a public meeting; the speaker got up and said; "If we let them in, they will steal our daily bread": He was talking of you and me, my dear, he was talking of you and me. Thought I heard the thunder rumbling in the sky; It was ****** over Europe, saying, "They must die": O we were in his mind, my dear, O we were in his mind. Saw a poodle in a jacket fastened with a pin, Saw a door opened and a cat let in: But they weren't German Jews, my dear, but they weren't German Jews. Went down the harbour and stood upon the quay, Saw the fish swimming as if they were free: Only ten feet away, my dear, only ten feet away. Walked through a wood, saw the birds in the trees; They had no politicians and sang at their ease: They weren't the human race, my dear, they weren't the human race. Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors, A thousand windows and a thousand doors: Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours. Stood on a great plain in the falling snow; Ten thousand soldiers marched to and fro: Looking for you and me, my dear, looking for you and me.
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It was December 27th, Nineteen and fifty one The day the Christmas snowball war Had officially begun It started in the schoolyard It was supposed to just be fun But, by the time the whole thing ended No one knew just who had won The grade five class were ready All lying there in wait As the kids from home form seven Approached the schoolyard gate With a yell the whole thing started They were served up on a plate the kids from home form seven would not forget this date The air filled with projectiles Launched from wet gloves by the score As the victims ran for cover They were hit by four score more They were bruised and hurt and battered As they ran for the school door Now, the kids from the grade five class Lay waiting there for more Two teachers came to stop them Get them back into the school but, the kids just launched more snowballs Using scarves now as a tool They would catapult their snowballs which was really, really cool And the teachers ran for cover In the safety of the school They'd built a wall near four feet high To protect them on both sides It channeled all who entered The walls acted as guides At most their little walkway Was only eight feet wide and their victims ran for cover For the school, a place to hide It was dark when the attack happened The form seven kids came back They'd left the school from the front door And had now planned their attack Their first snowball hit it's target With a loud resounding crack It was clear that old form seven Was truly fighting back The teachers had a huddle Met inside and chose to fight They would wait until the battle Had gone on into night They would sneak out of the building With the absence of the light And attack the grade five children And show them how to fight The air was full of snowballs Bodies, gloves, scarves abound there were children hitting adults And there were children on the ground They'd been at it for six hours When they heard the alarm bell sound It was time to get inside for bed Before the prefects came around The snowball fight at Wellesley Public School in fifty one Is the one that they remember Out of all of those they've done In all one hundred people Were involved in all the fun For next year they are building A snowball launching gun!!!
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Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 4:07 PM UTC
The Snow Ball Fight
It was December 27th, Nineteen and fifty one The day the Christmas snowball war Had officially begun It started in the schoolyard It was supposed to just be fun But, by the time the whole thing ended No one knew just who had won The grade five class were ready All lying there in wait As the kids from home form seven Approached the schoolyard gate With a yell the whole thing started They were served up on a plate the kids from home form seven would not forget this date The air filled with projectiles Launched from wet gloves by the score As the victims ran for cover They were hit by four score more They were bruised and hurt and battered As they ran for the school door Now, the kids from the grade five class Lay waiting there for more Two teachers came to stop them Get them back into the school but, the kids just launched more snowballs Using scarves now as a tool They would catapult their snowballs which was really, really cool And the teachers ran for cover In the safety of the school They'd built a wall near four feet high To protect them on both sides It channeled all who entered The walls acted as guides At most their little walkway Was only eight feet wide and their victims ran for cover For the school, a place to hide It was dark when the attack happened The form seven kids came back They'd left the school from the front door And had now planned their attack Their first snowball hit it's target With a loud resounding crack It was clear that old form seven Was truly fighting back The teachers had a huddle Met inside and chose to fight They would wait until the battle Had gone on into night They would sneak out of the building With the absence of the light And attack the grade five children And show them how to fight The air was full of snowballs Bodies, gloves, scarves abound there were children hitting adults And there were children on the ground They'd been at it for six hours When they heard the alarm bell sound It was time to get inside for bed Before the prefects came around The snowball fight at Wellesley Public School in fifty one Is the one that they remember Out of all of those they've done In all one hundred people Were involved in all the fun For next year they are building A snowball launching gun!!!
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“Grades are getting low, the teens are getting high. That 12 year old is pregnant and her parents wonder why. A 1st grader is swearing, a 3rd grader has been ***** Just take a look around you, isn’t the system great? Who isn’t faded these days, teens are sending nudes, kids are getting beaten, the teachers see the bruises. No calls for help are spoken, teens are smoking **** young girls are cutting, this isn’t what we need. The marks of taunt and yelling, parents are divorced. That 14 year old is drinking beer, this can’t get any worse. A little girl has killed herself, nobody seems to care. Another kid has been expelled for a stupid dare. But it needs to change. Our world is officially broken. It’s time to take a stand; your thoughts need to be spoken.” Thoughts are running wild As the tears stream down my face. Depressed and suicidal, But I should just stay in my place. I’m feeling kinda broken, Feeling kinda lost. I wanna make my pain Just go away at any cost. Don’t get me wrong, I grew up In a nice enough neighborhood. And I did everything that Anybody said I should. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t me. I thought that I could help the world With the things I’ve seen. My cousin lost herself In drinking hard and smoking *** My good friend tried to run away And lose her past a lot. I, myself, have struggled With thoughts of losing it all. The pro and cons of jumping off That cliff into the free fall. I mean if there's something that can save me Then it'll show up, right? It's worth the wait to take a blade to my wrist And **** it up, right? The truth is, I don't know How to do this and win the fight. I need someone to show me There's still a ray of light. I fell into a pit of despair And it consumed me. I guess the only way to help the world Was to lose me. Finding myself is gonna take a while. Don't know if I can make it. Keep giving out my heart Hoping someone will take it. Drinking, smoking, Doing everything to make me numb. Doing stupid things. Making people call me dumb. Popping pills like candy Just to get me through the day. Trying to end it all; To make the pain just go away. It wasn't perfect. Never. It wasn't good enough for anyone. So I always sat alone And wished my life was done. ~Ashton Grayson Everly
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Feb 13, 2018
Feb 13, 2018 at 1:27 PM UTC
Broken System
“Grades are getting low, the teens are getting high. That 12 year old is pregnant and her parents wonder why. A 1st grader is swearing, a 3rd grader has been ***** Just take a look around you, isn’t the system great? Who isn’t faded these days, teens are sending nudes, kids are getting beaten, the teachers see the bruises. No calls for help are spoken, teens are smoking **** young girls are cutting, this isn’t what we need. The marks of taunt and yelling, parents are divorced. That 14 year old is drinking beer, this can’t get any worse. A little girl has killed herself, nobody seems to care. Another kid has been expelled for a stupid dare. But it needs to change. Our world is officially broken. It’s time to take a stand; your thoughts need to be spoken.” Thoughts are running wild As the tears stream down my face. Depressed and suicidal, But I should just stay in my place. I’m feeling kinda broken, Feeling kinda lost. I wanna make my pain Just go away at any cost. Don’t get me wrong, I grew up In a nice enough neighborhood. And I did everything that Anybody said I should. But it wasn’t enough. It wasn’t me. I thought that I could help the world With the things I’ve seen. My cousin lost herself In drinking hard and smoking *** My good friend tried to run away And lose her past a lot. I, myself, have struggled With thoughts of losing it all. The pro and cons of jumping off That cliff into the free fall. I mean if there's something that can save me Then it'll show up, right? It's worth the wait to take a blade to my wrist And **** it up, right? The truth is, I don't know How to do this and win the fight. I need someone to show me There's still a ray of light. I fell into a pit of despair And it consumed me. I guess the only way to help the world Was to lose me. Finding myself is gonna take a while. Don't know if I can make it. Keep giving out my heart Hoping someone will take it. Drinking, smoking, Doing everything to make me numb. Doing stupid things. Making people call me dumb. Popping pills like candy Just to get me through the day. Trying to end it all; To make the pain just go away. It wasn't perfect. Never. It wasn't good enough for anyone. So I always sat alone And wished my life was done. ~Ashton Grayson Everly
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11:20pm You kidnapped me and we flew back to your home planet. I was left speechless as this heavenly body took over my soul. He tied a martian string around my heart and promised me to stay. 11:30pm You took me on an adventure across the galaxy that distorted my mind. I let him guide my body into a meadow of star dust, without any fear of hesitation. He tightened the martian string around my heart and promised that I will be his forever. 11:40pm You gently caressed my untamed spirit and helped this earthling experience a new look on life. I only craved for my eccentric martian, so I feared the day I would have to go back to that dreary planet. He glared down into my dark brown eyes and promised that I'll be his officially, to have and to hold. 11:50pm You slowly began to distant yourself from yourself my soul as the days progressed on this martian planet. I noticed that the string we held tightly around our hearts began to steadily loosen as the nights grew colder. He turned his back on the earthling he once loved and promised to let me go so he can travel the stars alone. 12:00am You promise that we would explore the extrasolar worlds together as we floated through the dark abyss. I believed in his promises, hoping the martian string that bounded our hearts together would remain intact. He delivered me back to my humdrum planet while untying the same string that we once held so dear.
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Jan 4, 2012
Jan 4, 2012 at 4:22 AM UTC
Countdown.
"Kami na ni A" Or in English "Me and A are official now" Exact words you told me Those were the most Hurtful, painful, distressful words I have ever heard from you And I don't know what to say I don't know what to feel I know I'm happy for you Bc finally she answered you after a year. The long wait is over for you. But my tears They fell, escaped, from my eyes. I was not able to help myself I am literally crying my eyes out right now Maybe you are currently jumping in joy But what you don't know is that I am in pure agonizing pain right now Like someone stabbed a knife in my heart
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Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 12:55 AM UTC
Officially taken
you leave a sour taste in my mouth, like the shot of apple cider vinegar i take at the end of each day. things between you and i didn’t even get that far, tell me why is it that i feel this way? never have we exchanged the “L” word, never have we made love . yet, a stinging jealousy lingers on the tip of my tongue. the wings of thousands of butterflies in my stomach would flap, whenever my phone rung. how can a kiss or two lead to an emotionally draining attachment? **** near a soul-tie! i was certain of the decision i made when i said my last goodbye. perhaps my heart had other plans for you...us. but i told you from the jump a toxic trait of mine was having the inability to trust. time passes and here i sit; in disgust, feeling all betrayed. never have we been officially exclusive, still, i feel cheated on, neglected and led astray. my mind has moved on but it appears to be my heart that’s having difficulty keeping up. if i were to spot you anywhere i’d give a cold shoulder and a tense lipped “wassup”. my soul bellows out to the Bill Withers classic, “Ain’t No Sunshine”. if the saying “time heals all wounds” is true, then why is it that i am not fine? the frustration with myself is far deeper than the frustration i have for you. turns out the grass ain’t greener on the other side, turns out it was all too good to be true. my spirit is stirred, but my eyes refuse to cry. so i promised myself to keep my head up, but **** **** this soul-tie. - d.berry
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Jul 21, 2019
Jul 21, 2019 at 8:59 AM UTC
beloved situationship
you leave a sour taste in my mouth, like the shot of apple cider vinegar i take at the end of each day. things between you and i didn’t even get that far, tell me why is it that i feel this way? never have we exchanged the “L” word, never have we made love . yet, a stinging jealousy lingers on the tip of my tongue. the wings of thousands of butterflies in my stomach would flap, whenever my phone rung. how can a kiss or two lead to an emotionally draining attachment? **** near a soul-tie! i was certain of the decision i made when i said my last goodbye. perhaps my heart had other plans for you...us. but i told you from the jump a toxic trait of mine was having the inability to trust. time passes and here i sit; in disgust, feeling all betrayed. never have we been officially exclusive, still, i feel cheated on, neglected and led astray. my mind has moved on but it appears to be my heart that’s having difficulty keeping up. if i were to spot you anywhere i’d give a cold shoulder and a tense lipped “wassup”. my soul bellows out to the Bill Withers classic, “Ain’t No Sunshine”. if the saying “time heals all wounds” is true, then why is it that i am not fine? the frustration with myself is far deeper than the frustration i have for you. turns out the grass ain’t greener on the other side, turns out it was all too good to be true. my spirit is stirred, but my eyes refuse to cry. so i promised myself to keep my head up, but **** **** this soul-tie. - d.berry
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Every year it was brought down from the garage rafters. Green metal frame and springs, green canvas with white fringe and a little green pillow. It was laid out, hosed off and erected. Grandpa couldn't have done it without us grand kids. He said so. It was placed in a spot of honor. Just a couple of feet from the picnic table and in a spot that was always in the afternoon shade. A folding T.V. tray was placed next to it to hold cold drinks and snacks. Within a few days, the grass under the frame would be brown and dead. The grass at the sides of the hammock would just be plain gone. Scuffed away by feet, as we kids sat on the edge and swayed side to side. After mowing the lawn, washing the car, or doing any other chores needed, Grandpa would go inside and put on his "Hammock clothes". This consisted of a pair of Bermuda shorts and a ribbed tank style Tee. White socks and brown sandals completed the outfit. Once dressed appropriately, he would head for the hammock. The first "sit" of the summer season was always a bit touchy. One had to get use to the hang of it. There he would stand, next to the hammock. Cold drink in his one hand, the T.V. tray forgotten. His slightly bald head and stick thin legs already slightly sun burned. Slowly, he would start to lower himself. Reaching back with his free hand to grab the edge of the hammock. Note** of course us kids, grandma and mom would all be spying out of the corner of our eyes to watch this ritual. Then came the "Grandpa Sit". Grandpa would rock slightly forward and back on his feet. 1-2-3 and ....SIT! A few wobbles. A couple sloshes of his lemonade. All of us yelling "Whooooaaaaaa". He would sit there on the edge of the hammock, holding himself steady with one hand on the edge. His feet firmly planted on the grass and his other hand holding his cold drink high aloft. Now, the sandals needed to be taken off. One of us grand kids would run over and help take them off. Tickling his feet as we did so. So far, no damage to life or limb. Ah, but he was not yet fully on the hammock yet. Now came the "Swing and lie down" move. Slowly, grandpa would reach behind himself and grasp the far edge of the canvas. drink in his other hand still held aloft. O.K.....1-2-3...SWING the legs up and quickly lie back. Let the hammock come to a stop. Where's Grandpa? On the ground on the other side of the hammock soaked in lemonade. Summer was officially started!
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Jun 27, 2010
Jun 27, 2010 at 11:02 AM UTC
Grandpa's Hammock
Every year it was brought down from the garage rafters. Green metal frame and springs, green canvas with white fringe and a little green pillow. It was laid out, hosed off and erected. Grandpa couldn't have done it without us grand kids. He said so. It was placed in a spot of honor. Just a couple of feet from the picnic table and in a spot that was always in the afternoon shade. A folding T.V. tray was placed next to it to hold cold drinks and snacks. Within a few days, the grass under the frame would be brown and dead. The grass at the sides of the hammock would just be plain gone. Scuffed away by feet, as we kids sat on the edge and swayed side to side. After mowing the lawn, washing the car, or doing any other chores needed, Grandpa would go inside and put on his "Hammock clothes". This consisted of a pair of Bermuda shorts and a ribbed tank style Tee. White socks and brown sandals completed the outfit. Once dressed appropriately, he would head for the hammock. The first "sit" of the summer season was always a bit touchy. One had to get use to the hang of it. There he would stand, next to the hammock. Cold drink in his one hand, the T.V. tray forgotten. His slightly bald head and stick thin legs already slightly sun burned. Slowly, he would start to lower himself. Reaching back with his free hand to grab the edge of the hammock. Note** of course us kids, grandma and mom would all be spying out of the corner of our eyes to watch this ritual. Then came the "Grandpa Sit". Grandpa would rock slightly forward and back on his feet. 1-2-3 and ....SIT! A few wobbles. A couple sloshes of his lemonade. All of us yelling "Whooooaaaaaa". He would sit there on the edge of the hammock, holding himself steady with one hand on the edge. His feet firmly planted on the grass and his other hand holding his cold drink high aloft. Now, the sandals needed to be taken off. One of us grand kids would run over and help take them off. Tickling his feet as we did so. So far, no damage to life or limb. Ah, but he was not yet fully on the hammock yet. Now came the "Swing and lie down" move. Slowly, grandpa would reach behind himself and grasp the far edge of the canvas. drink in his other hand still held aloft. O.K.....1-2-3...SWING the legs up and quickly lie back. Let the hammock come to a stop. Where's Grandpa? On the ground on the other side of the hammock soaked in lemonade. Summer was officially started!
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New job, new boy, new year, this is what it's about. New life, new start, new begining, I'm begining to mend my heart. I'm leaving it all behind, that life is in the dust. I'm trying to mend my heart, for that, this is a must. The friends, the love, the life, it's all becoming new. The happiness, smiles, the grace, I'm finding in someone who. Gives a **** about me, my hurt and struggles and fears. Let's me know I'm beautiful, and tries to dry my tears. I'm mending all the wrong, I'm making it all right. I'm looking out for me now, I'm officially ending this fight. I don't care where it started, but now I believe is the end. Time to look at all the tattered, broken and dirtied loose ends. I'm starting a new job, getting away from him. Started a new school year, doing well in my classes again. **This is time for resolution, this is the time for new. I'm focusing on me this year, this is a year without you.**
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Sep 12, 2010
Sep 12, 2010 at 1:20 PM UTC
New Year (Without You)
The dermatologist demands a pre-summer scan of my visual delights fully magnified. Peering into places where no one else has ever peered, even me, reminds me that this is a potentially "disruptive" process. Eye don't know what his eyes have seen.   He works in silence pin punctuated by the occasional mmmm or throat clearing rumble. Snappy removal of neutrally colored gloves signify conclusion, he opines as follows: "Were you aware," he inquires, "that the lines, the furrows on a your forehead correspond to the life your have lead?" "You have three, deep deep tracks, and that's a fact." Yes, eye know, and each one is a tree ring notation of my existence. Each a different year, each a different moment fearful, a death and a birth, a passing, a regaining. No, not children or parents, illusions. Markers of our lives are the birth and death of our illusionary, our revelation minutes, that measure and scribe what dug those furrows is now officially, no more. Until we start anew, a different Pretense, a channel commenced to commemorate. Living the dream, they say, aren't we all, eye think, and so inform him. The doctor did not bill for this visitation.
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 5:23 PM UTC
A Full Body Examination: Tree Rings
SpongeBob SquarePants is an American animated television series created by marine biologist and animator Stephen Hillenburg for Nickelodeon. The series chronicles the adventures and endeavors of the title character and his various friends in the fictional underwater city of Bikini Bottom. The series' popularity has made it a media franchise, as well as Nickelodeon network's highest rated show, and the most distributed property of MTV Networks. The media franchise has generated $8 billion in merchandising revenue for Nickelodeon. Many of the ideas for the series originated in an unpublished, educational comic book titled The Intertidal Zone, which Hillenburg created in the mid-1980s. He began developing SpongeBob SquarePants into a television series in 1996 upon the cancellation of Rocko's Modern Life, and turned to Tom Kenny, who had worked with him on that series, to voice the titular character. SpongeBob was originally to be named SpongeBoy, and the series was to be called SpongeBoy Ahoy!, but these were changed, as the name was already trademarked. The series was previewed on Nickelodeon in the United States on May 1, 1999, following the television airing of the 1999 Kids' Choice Awards, and officially premiered on July 17, 1999. It has received worldwide critical acclaim since its premiere and gained enormous popularity by its second season. The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie, a feature-length film adaptation, was released in theaters on November 19, 2004, and a sequel is currently in production, with a projected release date of February 13, 2015. On July 21, 2012, the series was renewed and aired its ninth season, beginning with the episode "Extreme Spots".[2][3] Despite its widespread popularity, the series has been involved in several public controversies, including one centered around speculation over SpongeBob SquarePants' intended ****** orientation. The series has been nominated for a variety of different awards, including 17 Annie Awards (with six wins), 17 Golden Reel Awards (with eight wins), 15 Emmy Awards (with one win), 13 Kids' Choice Awards (with 12 wins), and four BAFTA Children's Awards (with two wins). In 2011, a newly described species of mushroom, Spongiforma squarepantsii, was named after the cartoon's title character.
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
UH I THINK THIS IS ABOUT SPONGEBOB?
SpongeBob SquarePants is an American animated television series created by marine biologist and animator Stephen Hillenburg for Nickelodeon. The series chronicles the adventures and endeavors of the title character and his various friends in the fictional underwater city of Bikini Bottom. The series' popularity has made it a media franchise, as well as Nickelodeon network's highest rated show, and the most distributed property of MTV Networks. The media franchise has generated $8 billion in merchandising revenue for Nickelodeon. Many of the ideas for the series originated in an unpublished, educational comic book titled The Intertidal Zone, which Hillenburg created in the mid-1980s. He began developing SpongeBob SquarePants into a television series in 1996 upon the cancellation of Rocko's Modern Life, and turned to Tom Kenny, who had worked with him on that series, to voice the titular character. SpongeBob was originally to be named SpongeBoy, and the series was to be called SpongeBoy Ahoy!, but these were changed, as the name was already trademarked. The series was previewed on Nickelodeon in the United States on May 1, 1999, following the television airing of the 1999 Kids' Choice Awards, and officially premiered on July 17, 1999. It has received worldwide critical acclaim since its premiere and gained enormous popularity by its second season. The SpongeBob SquarePants Movie, a feature-length film adaptation, was released in theaters on November 19, 2004, and a sequel is currently in production, with a projected release date of February 13, 2015. On July 21, 2012, the series was renewed and aired its ninth season, beginning with the episode "Extreme Spots".[2][3] Despite its widespread popularity, the series has been involved in several public controversies, including one centered around speculation over SpongeBob SquarePants' intended ****** orientation. The series has been nominated for a variety of different awards, including 17 Annie Awards (with six wins), 17 Golden Reel Awards (with eight wins), 15 Emmy Awards (with one win), 13 Kids' Choice Awards (with 12 wins), and four BAFTA Children's Awards (with two wins). In 2011, a newly described species of mushroom, Spongiforma squarepantsii, was named after the cartoon's title character.
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**No canine companion  has ever questioned me, cheeky mongrel, you cross the line too often, don't forget this; an animal is still alive within me, though an animal rights activist I remain officially.**
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May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 9:26 AM UTC
To the rebellious dog
When I officially became a Zen Buddhist I took the precepts and promised to practice being an energetic Buddhist to which I replied, "Sort of..." and everybody laughed but now about seven years later I have become energetic and I really can't believe it myself.
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Dec 6, 2010
Dec 6, 2010 at 1:51 AM UTC
Energetic At Fifty Eight
I get it, my problems aren't that bad. Worse things happen to better people everyday. I live in a costal, wealthy, yatch club town, Officially an only child, With my judgmental sister spending her freshman year in Manhattan. I live with my favorite parent, who doesn't care what fun I have as long as I'm honest and safe, and of course I get my schoolwork done, and the other who drives me insane is fortunately not in the same area code as me. But it hurts To be the listener for the people who created me As they speak horrible things about each other, Express their loathing for one another. To be so broken And not to know what do to about it.. Self abuse is in my rearview, but I just hate talking about myself so much. I've gotten really good at bottling up And moving on Just letting my bad thoughts and feelings Dissolve into worthlessness. But sometimes it ***** to be alone. I just wish you were here to tell me I'm not and that you love me.
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Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
problems
She's staring at her favorite scarf and weeping away at her life. Mother doesn't love her, Father doesn't understand her. And the image of her scarf is constantly appearing in her mind. She has come to the conclusion that she'd look best wearing it, Hanging from one foot from her ceiling. Funny how something meant to make someone so warm, Can be used to make a body stone-cold. Should she wear the scarf with butterflies on it? Or the one her sister gave her for Christmas, The day they stopped talking to each other altogether? Should she wear the one she wore on her first date with him, Or is that too much? Mother is screaming at her, Telling her that her room is too cluttered. There are scarves laying everywhere on the ground, The girl is comfortable with it. But I wonder what she'd do when her mother sees her cluttered mind. "Mom, how does this scarf look on me?" The girl will ask from up above, Or maybe down below. But she won't care, because she's too preoccupied with the girls flaws. Her room gets too explosive, Shes not exactly like the mothers firstborn. She hangs out with friends too often to avoid being home. Scratch that, at her house, because a home is where the heart is, But all I see are carbonated feelings being bottled up, And shaken, But the girl doesn't dare pop open the cap. Now the mother is pushing the girl away And throwing everything she has, Both literally and figuratively, And the mother officially wages a war against the girl. The mother is armed with the girl's dear father, And her words, And all the girl has to offer are scarves. She has an assortment of 13 exactly, But she doesn't know which one to wear.
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Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 11:34 AM UTC
HER FAVORITE SCARF
She's staring at her favorite scarf and weeping away at her life. Mother doesn't love her, Father doesn't understand her. And the image of her scarf is constantly appearing in her mind. She has come to the conclusion that she'd look best wearing it, Hanging from one foot from her ceiling. Funny how something meant to make someone so warm, Can be used to make a body stone-cold. Should she wear the scarf with butterflies on it? Or the one her sister gave her for Christmas, The day they stopped talking to each other altogether? Should she wear the one she wore on her first date with him, Or is that too much? Mother is screaming at her, Telling her that her room is too cluttered. There are scarves laying everywhere on the ground, The girl is comfortable with it. But I wonder what she'd do when her mother sees her cluttered mind. "Mom, how does this scarf look on me?" The girl will ask from up above, Or maybe down below. But she won't care, because she's too preoccupied with the girls flaws. Her room gets too explosive, Shes not exactly like the mothers firstborn. She hangs out with friends too often to avoid being home. Scratch that, at her house, because a home is where the heart is, But all I see are carbonated feelings being bottled up, And shaken, But the girl doesn't dare pop open the cap. Now the mother is pushing the girl away And throwing everything she has, Both literally and figuratively, And the mother officially wages a war against the girl. The mother is armed with the girl's dear father, And her words, And all the girl has to offer are scarves. She has an assortment of 13 exactly, But she doesn't know which one to wear.
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My Biggest Mistake.. I won't say that I love you Cause I've said it too MUCH I won't tell you that I miss you Cause I never heard you say IT I won't say that I want you Cause I could never be under such a TITLE Only a fool would believe all the things you SAY... I don't feel a connection with you Cause all I ever heard from you were LIES I don't feel protected around you   Cause all I ever did was felt UNSAFE I don't feel loved when im with you Cause all I ever did was be a second OPTION Only a fool would stick around for such a very LONGTIME I can't take it anymore Cause all you ever did was PRETEND I can't even believe I once called you my bestfriend Cause all you ever did was USE ME I can't see you in my future Cause all you'll ever do is stay in the PAST Only a fool would continue to follow you down the same path I feel bad for the next person Cause all you ever do is FRONT I feel free free Cause now I can be on some me **** I feel like making you feel my pain Cause jealousy is the KEY Now you are officially my rebound you had me picking pedals off of roses because I didn't know if you loved me or loved me not BUT now im officially calling it quits with you and anyone else who has a problem with my decision because I stand tall shouting me, myself, I... I was born alone so ima die alone having a CHEATER is the last thing on my mind focusing on what's really important which happens to be school so mister nameless you have finally been put under the bus now as they say "Once a Cheater always a Cheater" now I know what was wrong with this picture loving you was my biggest mistake! By Zyanneh Frazier
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Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 2:17 PM UTC
My Biggest Mistake
My Biggest Mistake.. I won't say that I love you Cause I've said it too MUCH I won't tell you that I miss you Cause I never heard you say IT I won't say that I want you Cause I could never be under such a TITLE Only a fool would believe all the things you SAY... I don't feel a connection with you Cause all I ever heard from you were LIES I don't feel protected around you   Cause all I ever did was felt UNSAFE I don't feel loved when im with you Cause all I ever did was be a second OPTION Only a fool would stick around for such a very LONGTIME I can't take it anymore Cause all you ever did was PRETEND I can't even believe I once called you my bestfriend Cause all you ever did was USE ME I can't see you in my future Cause all you'll ever do is stay in the PAST Only a fool would continue to follow you down the same path I feel bad for the next person Cause all you ever do is FRONT I feel free free Cause now I can be on some me **** I feel like making you feel my pain Cause jealousy is the KEY Now you are officially my rebound you had me picking pedals off of roses because I didn't know if you loved me or loved me not BUT now im officially calling it quits with you and anyone else who has a problem with my decision because I stand tall shouting me, myself, I... I was born alone so ima die alone having a CHEATER is the last thing on my mind focusing on what's really important which happens to be school so mister nameless you have finally been put under the bus now as they say "Once a Cheater always a Cheater" now I know what was wrong with this picture loving you was my biggest mistake! By Zyanneh Frazier
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Officially sweet. Like sweet nectar from a honey bee. Linger on my lips so gently. Texture so softly. Sun warms my skin. I wonder if you feel the love within. My hand on your heart as you breathe in. My head on your chest. If you are laying comfortably. My eyes are closed. Just dreaming away. Wish all of you beautiful people a sweet sunny sunday.
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
Linger on my lips
I remember the jaw dropping moment of you walking into creative writing for the first time. I remember passing notes daily I remember the first time we went downtown with our drunkard friend. I remember sitting in the cold in front of the pond and listening to you ramble. I remember how happy I was. I remember how hard I tried to impress you. I remember it all like it was yesterday. I remember you going missing from class. I still remember the stomach churning worry that came with it. I remember you coming back just to leave again I remember the years we didn't talk. They were lonely. I remember seeing you go the first time in forever. I remember sitting in that swing and holding back tears as I confided in you about how sad I was. I remember the absence of you again. I remember sitting at the bus stop talking to you before I had to work. I remember the night you had a small get together and invited me. I remember how hard I smiled for the first time in years. I remember coming over and spending the night with you. I remember the ****** tension. I remember laying in bed and inching closer. I remember how cold your lips were when I kissed you for the first time. I remember rolling around in bed naked and taking candid pictures of one another. I remember being officially unofficial. I remember walking to and fro my house to yours. I remember you playing guitar. I remember vaping until we were dizzy. I remember you getting the text from your ex I remember losing you to your ex I remember the devastation. I remember still seeing you daily. I remember how awkward it was. I remember you telling me you wanted to be with me. I remember then running to meet you half way. I remember hugging you as if to pull you into my body. I remember him losing his spot by your side. I remember fighting. I remember hating it. I remember still seeing you and talking things out. I remember kissing late into the night. God I remember so much. I remember going downtown with Dessi. I remember realizing how deeply I love you. I remember the pain of missing a night by your side, it's like a bruise on the bottom of my foot. I remember all the days I spent keeping you company at work. I remember getting pulled over with you in the car. I remember the look of dread. I remember with no regrets. I remember your smell from 4500 miles away. I will remember and cherish every second we spend at one another's side. And with all these memories behind us in such short time I know that when I turn my head back to watch my steps I'll see all we have to look foreword to.
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Aug 12, 2015
Aug 12, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
Milestones
I remember the jaw dropping moment of you walking into creative writing for the first time. I remember passing notes daily I remember the first time we went downtown with our drunkard friend. I remember sitting in the cold in front of the pond and listening to you ramble. I remember how happy I was. I remember how hard I tried to impress you. I remember it all like it was yesterday. I remember you going missing from class. I still remember the stomach churning worry that came with it. I remember you coming back just to leave again I remember the years we didn't talk. They were lonely. I remember seeing you go the first time in forever. I remember sitting in that swing and holding back tears as I confided in you about how sad I was. I remember the absence of you again. I remember sitting at the bus stop talking to you before I had to work. I remember the night you had a small get together and invited me. I remember how hard I smiled for the first time in years. I remember coming over and spending the night with you. I remember the ****** tension. I remember laying in bed and inching closer. I remember how cold your lips were when I kissed you for the first time. I remember rolling around in bed naked and taking candid pictures of one another. I remember being officially unofficial. I remember walking to and fro my house to yours. I remember you playing guitar. I remember vaping until we were dizzy. I remember you getting the text from your ex I remember losing you to your ex I remember the devastation. I remember still seeing you daily. I remember how awkward it was. I remember you telling me you wanted to be with me. I remember then running to meet you half way. I remember hugging you as if to pull you into my body. I remember him losing his spot by your side. I remember fighting. I remember hating it. I remember still seeing you and talking things out. I remember kissing late into the night. God I remember so much. I remember going downtown with Dessi. I remember realizing how deeply I love you. I remember the pain of missing a night by your side, it's like a bruise on the bottom of my foot. I remember all the days I spent keeping you company at work. I remember getting pulled over with you in the car. I remember the look of dread. I remember with no regrets. I remember your smell from 4500 miles away. I will remember and cherish every second we spend at one another's side. And with all these memories behind us in such short time I know that when I turn my head back to watch my steps I'll see all we have to look foreword to.
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You give me hope Youre my last chance If either of us ***** this up Im officially becoming lesbian Girls are easier to date
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Jun 3, 2013
Jun 3, 2013 at 3:49 PM UTC
I'm Officially Lesbian
Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, Never saying that I officially have those, to be ficitious, Cause I am breaking and pushing all borders. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, In school labelled as the kid who was mischievous, obeying orders, so ****** disorded. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, hating social interaction, dark thoughts, labelled as malicious, Still loving hobbies and education, still ambitious. Suffering from Undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, Behaviours yet still suspicious, is it undiagnosed mental illness and disorders, that are tralatitious. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, From Depression, Suicide tendencies, Autism spectrum and ADHD, Taking medication that suppose to help, clearly does and doesn't. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, From Depression, Suicide Tendencies, Autism spectrum and ADHD, I don't say am like every other who suffers from mental illness or other disorders. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, Obesity isn't always a disorder, A Small part of obesity is generics or health conditions, A large part of obesity is the choice based upon society. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, Laziness is a mental, gaming is now a mental illness, Kids that want no job, nothing to achieve, no physician needed, Kids thinking that they are doctors, internet search and diagnosis, believing in self taught self hypnosis. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, Childhood, I was very precocious, Leaving friends, family and parents, Ferocious. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, behaviours of mine never when unnotice, Angry was always explosive, Never been seen for the symptom shown, never reaching an prognosis.
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Nov 6, 2020
Nov 6, 2020 at 7:22 AM UTC
Undiagnosed Mental Illness and other disorders.
Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, Never saying that I officially have those, to be ficitious, Cause I am breaking and pushing all borders. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, In school labelled as the kid who was mischievous, obeying orders, so ****** disorded. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, hating social interaction, dark thoughts, labelled as malicious, Still loving hobbies and education, still ambitious. Suffering from Undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, Behaviours yet still suspicious, is it undiagnosed mental illness and disorders, that are tralatitious. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, From Depression, Suicide tendencies, Autism spectrum and ADHD, Taking medication that suppose to help, clearly does and doesn't. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, From Depression, Suicide Tendencies, Autism spectrum and ADHD, I don't say am like every other who suffers from mental illness or other disorders. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, Obesity isn't always a disorder, A Small part of obesity is generics or health conditions, A large part of obesity is the choice based upon society. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, Laziness is a mental, gaming is now a mental illness, Kids that want no job, nothing to achieve, no physician needed, Kids thinking that they are doctors, internet search and diagnosis, believing in self taught self hypnosis. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, Childhood, I was very precocious, Leaving friends, family and parents, Ferocious. Suffering from undiagnosed mental illness, Also talks about other undiagnosed disorders, behaviours of mine never when unnotice, Angry was always explosive, Never been seen for the symptom shown, never reaching an prognosis.
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