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i love dairy foo cuz it doesnt make me poo when i poo i go to the loo and i cry dairy is in stuff like rye if i was not allowed to have dairy i woukd ddie » Continue Reading
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i carry around this vessel, the marks of a warrior that i possess i look down at my body, bruised and battered look around the room—items messily scattered time passes—my ability to love eternally shattered im helpless, defenseless, crying out for help but noone seems to hear my countless screams. but hey, whats one more week to endure? a short break with the cycle following afterwards with the m... » Continue Reading
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if you asked me what I thought of you, i'd think of my response: you make my heart pound out my chest, every beat removing the sense in my mind you send me into a never-ending daze, my morals fading away as i get lost in your gaze i count the days ever since you departed, leaving me forever broken-hearted. i watched as you suddenly turned away and discarded me like trash as if our love meant nothi... » Continue Reading
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I stare into your eyes, hoping to feel something, anything but with every second I look at you; I just feel empty to know the love we shared is forever lost is the most gut-wrenching feeling in the world before, we promised to never let go of each other. I felt deeply connected to you as if we were two souls that fit together like puzzle pieces, our inner beings entertwined together for all of et... » Continue Reading
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i write bitterly romantic love letters about you—knowing you'll never see them. you'll never know how your entire existence is the blood coursing through my body your words are the equivalent of my heartbeats; your silence being my demise, you leaving me being the burial i say sorry over and over again with my eyes filled with tears...as if youre ever gonna hear any of my sobs anyway every poem de... » Continue Reading
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oh, how I long for your hands to touch mine. the feeling of your palm to mine, our fingers interlocking, it's all I ever want— no. it's all I ever need from you. to feel the sensation of your hands holding my face sincerely as you stare at me is something that wo » Continue Reading
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i worshipped you like a god. you were my everything i couldnt breathe without you. i couldnt live without you. i spent so much of my life dedicated to you, i dont believe theres any of me left. » Continue Reading
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i breathe in and out slowly as i feel my eyes grow heavy your arms wrap around my body and i suddenly feel safe again for what feels like the first time in forever you hold me close to you as the gentle sound of your breathing lulls me to sleep god, that moment lingers in my mind and it will continue to stay there till im buried deep down my bed feels so empty without you...your space next to me h... » Continue Reading
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before, i saw kissing as just a simple and stupid gesture of skin-touching-skin but that was long before i experienced my first one with you. i drag along the taste of your tongue like a heavy boulder on my back and ill continue to do so till i reach my grave. every time i remember the way your mouth felt against mine and how soft your skin was as i held yo » Continue Reading
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i look at you and your new popular friends and remember each time your lips touched mine and every single sweet thing youve ever whispered into my ear. you knew nobody will treat you better than i did, yet you left. have fun surviving without my love with you. im so glad im finally over you. » Continue Reading
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every single night i rot in my room, on my bed i lie i wonder if you think of me. maybe youre hoping i die but no matter what it would be about i wouldnt really care i miss you so bad from the scent of your clothes to your hair my sweetheart has moved on, i feel like my life has come to an end you werent just my lover but also my bestest friend i know you arent ready but im sure that i can wait it... » Continue Reading
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every day i live with the heavy burden of missing your touch i constantly ask myself over and over again...is it you i miss? or the feeling of being loved? but i wouldnt bother to find the answer anyway you dont deserve my efforts. » Continue Reading
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