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The silence is deafening
I'm not sure when the silence stopped being calming
At some point the comfort of quiet turned into a prison
It's not that there's no sound, not exactly
I think I just stopped listening
Now I can't listen, even if I try
I think I just stopped remembering how
It's not that I can't hear, not exactly
At some poi...
Friday 10th March 2017 5:30 pm
I hate you
Can't stand you
I think that I love you
You know me
I want you to love me
I love you
Just want you
I really do hate you
You see me
Smile at me
I want you to leave me
I need you
Don't want you
My heart is stuck on you
You want me
Don't need me
Just stop talking to me
I love you
Don't love you
I just want to hate yo...
Monday 9th January 2017 10:17 pm
It's the little things.
It's when you catch him smiling just looking at you.
It's when he reaches for your hand when he sees your heart sink.
It's when he treats you like you're strong when you smile through the pain.
It's when he kisses away your headaches.
It's when he comes running just from hearing your voice.
It's when he pulls you up and ...
Monday 9th January 2017 10:16 pm
A long long while
And your face
Is coming back
Into my dreams
The whole wide world
Across but I can't
Find the words to
Give you peace
It's been a long year
It's been a hard time
But I can't erase this
Date from my mind
So I guess there's only
One thing left to say
Monday 9th January 2017 10:13 pm
Life is no place
For the living
Death is no place
For the dead
Those who're alive
Are there for the pride
And the dead
Thursday 5th January 2017 9:48 pm
I want to be the one to make you smile
Because I'm selfish
And your smile parts the seas
I want to be the one that makes you laugh
Because your laughing
Reaches deep dark parts of me
And I know that you could be
With anyone but me
Without giving me a second glance
So I hope that you can see
How glad I am to be
With you, and that you gave me a chan...
Thursday 5th January 2017 9:45 pm
My mother calls me brave, so I am brave.
She takes me to the bus stop on the first day of school and I am scared. She smiles and lets me go, so I smile and go. I am brave.
She sits me down and tells me we are moving. My father will be gone a while, and I will have to make new friends. She tells me not to be sad, so I stop crying. I am brave.
I want to dye my hair blue. I...
Thursday 5th January 2017 9:39 pm