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I recite my favorite poem while lying unconscious Feeling the warmth flowing down my arm Regaining conscious I see the bright light I struggle to understand where I am
I met a girl once, whose hair absorbed sunlight and face repelled it. She said she was allergic to daisies and fireworks, armpit fat and turmeric
i feel tired at 7:30 (p.m) sometimes i go to bed that early sometimes i stay up to a grand 8:30 exhausted of putting my feelings into jokes
You may Shut me up Break my will, Imprison me, just because you disagree with my beliefs.
anorexia and bulimia became my entire life for 4 solid, miserable years. every month i’d stop eatting till they took me to the hospital, then when i got home, i’d do it again. every month i’d drop around 10 pounds, some months i’d drop 20.
Am I desperate or just insane? Because in this moment all I see is the pain in my face as well as yours, You won't let me apologize for this because you say it's not my fault, But you tell me it is my fault,
A seventeen year old cocaine addict
people will never recognized a simple girl. who is like other girls, simple as a paper flower. who really is nothing compare to the real flowers. whose color and petals are different from others.
lights, camera, action, green screen, Steven Spielberg special effects this set up is more complex than anything you’ll find up in Hollywood There is no time for stage fright the cameras here are always rolling
You said to me, "I am Lost" So I etched the constellations in every freckled part of my skin, so you would always know where you came from when you traced your fingers across my hips.
They aren't just scars They are demons I fought at 00:00 They are my insecurities My deepest fear And my lonely nights They are my insults I have recieved and the Emotion I can't contain
I hope you're comfy,
And outside, life Is cold. The trees are as bare as my bones are hollow, and through the chains over my window I can see the world outside- Moving. It's all still moving, without me.
Dragons do exist- I’ve glimpsed one Flying overhead But Camelot lies far away From the confines of my bed Dragons can breathe fire To battle a raging fever His voice booms and crackles