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well it's a good thing you can't see past this mask
would you really want to see all of these tears?
all that i would give for you to notice me
i bet you don't even care
want me, need me, i'm screaming inside
these feelings are agony, this must be what death feels like
i'm reaching out for you, touch me and show me i'm alive
i'm calling out for you, i wish you could show me a sign
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jessicatamara
Life is a story ,and it's just waiting to be shared. I love to write, whether it be amateur novels, poetry, songs, whatever. Not everyone likes what I write, but I don't care. It's more for me than anyone else. It's like therapy for me, like each problem floats away with every word. A lot of times my writings can be dark, but it's because I feel the most inspired when I'm going through an emotional time. Some of these poems I post here might be old from when I was younger, too. I used to struggle with depression and my anxiety real bad, and once in a while it comes back, but I think despite all my whining, I think I'm a pretty positive person with a big heart. Just sometimes, it's not so easy to communicate with people, which is where my writing comes in :)
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