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— by rayray ✧1 Comment— 1 Kudos

shitty poetry

i pulled this out of the trenches of my science notebook pls be kind the only warmth you've ever shown me are the soft flames of a lament part my flesh like the red sea but for you i'll stay obedient once i've disappeared perished with the fall leaves will you collect my tears, smitten with the pain that weaves? that last line is making me throw up but idk how to change it » Continue Reading

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— by ichbinshroud

distant you

imgur link could you accept surrender in exchange for a place that's better? give it up, run away forever escape, leave no letter no goodbye to the few souls who were trying for you until the end oh, distant you » Continue Reading

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— by gobfizz — 1 Kudos

Good morning, 8pm. (Empty)

I hope that when you see me you see something empty And when you talk to me you can fill me with whatever it is you want Because I know you, a part of you, and I know that it won't be something bad Not right now, maybe before » Continue Reading

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— by J3110_CUP⋆ — 1 Kudos

depression and how to actually live with it.

so you have depression? sucks, right? yeah I agree. but we both know you arent alone, so lets talk about it. the main thing I dont exactly see spoken about often is that there are very much different LEVELS of depression (like in a video game or something, I'm not a gamer myself sadly.) » Continue Reading

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— by Mattie!1 Comment— 2 Kudos

The Culture of "Cringe"

When I was younger everything I did was considered "cringe". But what is the actual definition of being cringe? To define cringe it means to recoil in distaste. When we see something we define as cringe do we actually recoil in distase or do we just thing its just weird? Let me define to you what we define as cringe: -Certain behaviors (ex. being overly excited) -Certain people (ex. furries, theri... » Continue Reading

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— by ghostieXeyes — 2 Kudos

— by EfialtisUndead — 4 Kudos

What A Macabre Love!

I want to crawl into the tight spaces in your body. I want to kiss you hard until your lips are bruised and red. I want to eat your flesh and feel how it taste against my tongue. I want to tear you apart if you allowed me. I want to be the one to mend your wrecked heart, to heal your wounds. Give me all, all of it. Your love, your hatred, your anger, your sorrows, your joy and your misery. Let me ... » Continue Reading

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— by ★ evan ★

to do list

recognize myself in the mirrored window tints of all the stores we walk by and the photos we took the other night and the video of us all singing happy birthday just like everyone else gets to. set more boundaries with new friends and newer strangers. find a way to avoid whatever daylight savings does to people. smoke a little less, apparently. are things this trial-and-error for everyone else? th... » Continue Reading

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— by lucille2 Comments

rotten

at seventeen, i feel like i’m collapsing in on myself, as if my body has turned against me too soon. my bones ache like ancient wood, splintering under the weight of a life barely lived. every joint feels swollen with rust, creaking with each movement, brittle and fragile, as if one wrong step could shatter me entirely. i wake up each morning with the same thought: is this the day i finally break?... » Continue Reading

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— by ⦻ POROX ⦻2 Comments— 2 Kudos

— by smearedredlipstick — 2 Kudos

The Leech That Hangs Onto Mr.Banks

Mr.Banks wakes up to the same feeling every morning. Gnawing, chewing, blood-sucking, there is nothing more that he expects the minute he opens his eyes.  The leech drains him, morning to night. It lays on the floor, hanging onto the skin of his forearm. Mr.Banks rises from his bed, and as he drags the leech from the floor, and the leech drags his forearm down.  Mr.Banks has lived like this for an... » Continue Reading

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— by vensworld — 2 Kudos

Predicaments

i type this quick and eagerly as there isn't much time. seeing the fate of one's life sealed by the vows shared amongst everyone, the vows that pierce through their heart and soul. i sit intently as i know i am next in line, next to have my last name taken and my life redirect. as i am happy for her i can't help but loathe for myself, my tongue grows sour as i think of my own vows to say. what was... » Continue Reading

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