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please, tell me how you can love
such a god damn fuck up like myself when
you're so utterly fucking perfect.
(because i just can't seem to understand)
such a god damn fuck up like myself when
you're so utterly fucking perfect.
(because i just can't seem to understand)
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about a girl
colorblind,
though not the sort to confuse reds with greens, no.
myriads of greys smoke out a hushed world
& the newborn moon bleeds black
remember being so
effectable-
the type to stiffen & yelp
at a single needle, at a single lie
o u t o f p l a c e .
steeled.
now.
though neither in blade nor jaw
that storm denatured me-
warped and rusted
side-stepped
fragile
thin-veined
unworthy
growing out of this ill-fitting s k i n
to be comfortable, to be home, to be
furthest
from
here
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forever-girl
she's tired. worn.
but she can't fall asleep anymore
because she's scared of waking up.
i think back to the nights
when we pretended we could touch the stars
and we lit up the sky with laughter.
oh those long ago feelings.
she's the type of girl who hides her pain
because she doesn't want anyone else to be hurt.
she wears too much make-up
to cover up the tears in her eyes.
she tries to smile and it just about breaks my heart.
forever-girl,
can i be your hero?
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A Girl Without a Reason
Ladies and gentlemen,
The moon has appeared,
If you please for a moment,
Lend me your ears,
If you listen closely,
You'll hear a girl,
She's pretty,
And bright,
And stands on top of the world,
And during the night,
She runs out in the dark,
Hanging letters to no one,
In the trees in the park,
And if you climb in the tree,
And take one out,
It explains to you,
What life is about,
How murdering the innocent,
And how polluting the seas,
Is as pointless and ignorant,
As hanging letters in trees.
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and i've been over it in my head a thousand times too many...
*please, whatever you do, don't take my work and pass it off as your own. please, please, please. <3
*please, whatever you do, don't take my work and pass it off as your own. please, please, please. <3
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So true. I think they wouldn't be as much love in the world if only the perfect people fell in love. Then again, you're always perfect in someone else's eyes. c: