Posts
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Panic Attacks
I thought I had gotten better
Thought I had everything under control
I have everything under control
Right?
I thought they were gone
But they're right there
Sitting behind me
Breathing into my ear
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Her Hope
She’s little
Not even 8
But she has hope
Hope that shines
Through her blue eyes
Hope that dances
Across her face
Just like how she
Dances in the rain
Listening to Taylor Swift
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Why do I care
This is just kind of random bits of information in unedited paragraphs.
Why do I care?
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I Love Lemonade
You tiptoe around
Your feelings
Keep them in a bag
With a zipper
And zip them up
You say you're like lemonade
You can be sweet
But you can be sour
And people told you
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Vanilla Ice Cream
Everyone likes
Vanilla ice cream
But chocolate
Is better
So they take chocolate
And the vanilla ice cream
Just sits there
And melts
Until it's just a puddle
Everyone likes
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Welcome To My World
As a little kid
People used to tell me
How they would love
T0 get in my head
And see where my
Questions
Ideas
Thoughts
Answers
Come from
I bet they thought it would be
Loves
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The Girl I Wanna Be
She loves everyone,
so everyone loves her.
Even when she's crumpling inside,
She'll always show the side of her
that's always willing to be positive.
When you want to throw your world away,
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Women's struggle is not their weakness
When people mention women in action-packed situations, they often use the words "fragile" and "pathetic." Like we're glass that might - no. WILL break at the smallest nudge. But you know what is fragile? Pathetic? Their egos.
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For Her, I Stay
A ghost of a father.
An angry mother.
A forbidden best friend.
A suppressed love—
A suppressed identity.
Oh, how strange it is to feel alone,
while surrounded by people.
No friends.
Bitter family. -
Demons
If I'm being honest,
I'm not sure I'll survive,
These demons,
I battle,
Fighting for my life.
They find me at my weakest,
Where no light shines through,
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A few Julys ago
Remember the girl?
She’s in second grade,
Maybe
Blond brown curls
Blue green eyes.
She’s sitting on the top metal pole of the fence
Chipped green paint
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apple
i'll use your name. sweet nothings spill
from well-meaning mouths & shatter on concrete radiating summer sun
right back at you, perfect -- dainty -- shiny with dewdrops. they told me