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I love you with all the hate I can muster. Your beautiful face makes me sick. Within your intelligent eyes I see nothing but density. You have become so old fashioned in your ways that you are modern. Your soft hair is greasy with lies and your foul mouth rots with delicateness.
The natural pose which you fight to maintain reeks with pollution. The words you whisper in my ear are sweet nothings, so I know we both detest them.
You are my hated friend and most doted on enemy. I despise you too much to adore, but I adore you too much to despise.
The natural pose which you fight to maintain reeks with pollution. The words you whisper in my ear are sweet nothings, so I know we both detest them.
You are my hated friend and most doted on enemy. I despise you too much to adore, but I adore you too much to despise.
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I am.
I am.
I am the person who lives.
I am the person who loves.
I am the girl who cries to sleep at night, wishing I could be prettier.
I am the boy who is trying to live up to everyone else's expectations other than my own.
I am the invisible who linger in the hallways.
I am the person who bullies to feel better.
I am the parent who gave up after my child went to jail.
I am the daughter who works at fifteen because my parents can't.
I am the person who is bullied for being different.
I am the person who lives because I don't know what happens after death.
I am the woman who is hit on every day because of my looks, making them more of
Literature
Love Letter
Dear You,
I'm pretty sure you've heard this before, but I love you. Your smile is adorable. You make me laugh when you don't even try. I love seeing you-it makes my day. I know people have told you how I feel before
many, many, many times. I can't help but wonder what all of those comments make you think. I'm hoping you think I'm sweet, nice, caring. Not what others have said-creepy, freaky, disgusting. I try my hardest to impress you. I can't help but wonder what kind of impression I'm leaving on you. Is it good? Bad? Am I leaving any impression at all? Do you notice me? Am I ignored? Do you like me? Am I your friend? Do you love me? Q
Literature
Love Is.
Love Is
Love is
When I can't
Say your name
Without feeling the butterflies
Love is when
I didn't know
I could feel like this
And yet it feels better each day
Love is when
You think you'll never get over it
But time heals all
And eventually you let them go
Love is when
We talk day after day
And the conversation
Never gets old
And love is when
You hold my heart in your hand
And you wake me up with your lips
And love is when
A song comes on
And we both know all the words
And love is when
I don't even know
Where I end
And you begin
Love is when we are so tightly wrapped
Around the other's fingers
That y
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One of the things I wrote in France
I'm not sure what it means either
Tis not great but....
Lol, the temptation to call it 'A love-hate realtionship'
I'm not sure what it means either
Tis not great but....
Lol, the temptation to call it 'A love-hate realtionship'
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If I could give out Daily Deviations this would so be one... the words are s... perfectly put and confusing at the same time that shows the perfect thought patterns of what's going on in one's head when they are going through a time like this. This is really well written!