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  I haven't felt so relieved in my life.  I want you gone forever. Leave and don't return.    You asked me if I remembered all the good times we had, and I do.
You say you need me  you want to be with me  you love me or do you   But... will you love me when I’m awake at 11pm, and 1:30 am, AND 3 am Shaking, crying rocking back and forth
Warm feelings Memories of smiles And outrageous laughter With silly wiles And for some A happily ever after Drowning in ecstasy Waves of joy  Washing over me Crushing me in bliss
The first time I was bullied I was in elementary school "freak," "weirdo," "loser," they would call me So I ran to the teacher, tears burning my eyes She told me to get over it
March 25 2012 When I was 6 years old I lost something It wasn’t just anything Not something that can be replaced at a store Not a thing But a who, At just six years old I lost my father,
I DO THINGS FOR OTHER PEOPLE  JUST TO MAKE THEM SMILE OR LAUGH BUT DEEP INSIDE I KNOW IM NOT HAPPY I  PUT UP A FAKE SMILE ALMOST EVERYDAY MY FAKE SMILE MAKES ME FEEL WEAK AND WEAKER 
Pessimism, be gone! Disappear, like evaporation. Get out of here, go! You must- have to. I COMMAND it. I am stronger than you, no matter what you say. You've crippled my mind,
Saw you again today. Made me insecure because I didn't know which I wanted to do more;
I don't want you in here You don't belong here You DON'T LIVE HERE   Just stop Walk out the door and close it behind you At least shut up   I'm ignoring you hoping you will leave
I find reasons to love you, I find reasons not to love you.
Strangers. Circled in a dome. Mentally, Phyically Open Mentally Closed. Emotions fall out Tears out of control. Imprisioning ourselves. The shackles break
Love May I lay with you? It is not to fill in my void, gutted by loneliness. Nor to feel a sexual pleasure. Though I can, it would not be to tell you my life story.
Him
Down her face streamed the tears, Of 20 years. Of 1,043 weeks, Of feeling weak. Of 7,304 days, Of being in a daze. Of 175,316 hours, Of thinking, how are We supposed to go on from here?
Your mind is roaming, so full of thoughts. You cannot stop thinking, your mind is so wrought. Constantly doing something for others, expecting nothing in return. Silently seeking happiness and someone elses concern.
Fireflies dance beneath the moonlight, Their little bulbs flashing bright. The crickets sing their favourite song, Encouraging me to sing along. The smell of flowers tints the air,
Thinking, hoping, praying, Wishing, wanting, saying, Needing your friendship, your love, your want, your trust. You're everything to me now, And I think I've got it all figured out...
I don't know whether it's pain or pleasure but it hurts But it hurts so exquisitely  There's  something wrapped too tight around me and i can't breathe but it hurts So I pull it closer
It started with a man and a dream He held his dream high in his right hand, for the world to see It screamed, it yelled, it burst into motion Its message was “Set me free” There was no room in society for his dream
My spirit at rest My mind at ease Now Finally I see You for me and me for you This is how it was meant to be finally
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