we are the best at exploiting weakness. the night you took a scalpel to my chest & fed my heart to the stars, you told me i could hate you if i needed to. with an exorcism i tried to cast you out of my body. i was contorted limbs: the language of tongues trying to find myself in the cosmos of lit kerosene fingertips, & the kinds of habits that only choke me at 3am - when my eyes aren’t yet heavy enough for sleep; my mind tells me to do awful things. between fucking & i-don’t-know-who-i-am- anymore, you are the calories in the mathematical equation scribbled & scratched out of me. i think of shy moons an

She won't be here tomorrow. by mrTLS, literature

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She won't be here tomorrow.

In this world, there are two kinds of people. Those who see, and those who feel. She is beautiful. She is too beautiful. But I wouldn't dare to say. She has heard it all before. She already lived it all before. Yes, I know. She is beautiful. And she has the power. You would not resist. You will say: "Who is that one?" I will say: "I don't know!" It's better that way. Because she is beautiful, but she cries. She always cries. It's what her smile says. She had problems. She has problems. But for now, she just wanna burn this place. Her world is not here. Not with these people. She deserves something better and sh

Story in short by BeyondMyTouch89, literature

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Story in short

I am a daughter To a father who is a pedophile and a mother who didn't protect me I am a sister To six siblings, five sisters and one brother I am a mother To my little boy, who is my reason to keep on living I come from physical abuse Years by the hands of a step father who hated me, and a mother who just watched from the distance I come from mental and emotional abuse Loved one second, hated another, and told over and over again how bad, worthless, and unneeded I am I come from sexual abuse Scary nights learning things I shouldn't of learned so young , no one believing me till the FBI came I locked away the pain

Eternally burning by Bumblebee-Bennie, literature

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Eternally burning

There's a flame in my heart With the presence of your mind We can never be apart I'll never leave you behind There's a fire in my soul Whenever you are near With you I am made whole You know I need you here There's a blaze in my spirit Only when i feel you're around There does not exist a limit To this- what we have found I am eternally burning And for you- forever yearning.

dear you, by snow-pear, literature

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dear you,

dear you, hello love. i haven't talked to you for a while now, how have you been holding up without me? i know that life will always throw it's rusting metal obstacles at you, but don't give up hope, dear heart. those bleeding scars will fade eventually, and you won't even notice them after a while. just remember to bandage them tight; they tend to re-open often. love, me. - dear you, remember your bottle? throw it away love. you probably need it more than anyone else I know, but it does you no good in keeping it. but you insist on clutching onto this life line, so take my advice: just empty it out, and start afresh. they were right yo

the art of missing you. by electrickiss, literature

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the art of missing you.

he wakes up one day to find you gone. perched on top of your the pillow next to his, he finds a small note, paper curled up on its side. it read; i'm sorry to inform you, but your name has been taken away. sincerely, the world. he blinks in disbelief at the slip of paper in his hand. kicking the covers off, he bolts out of bed and runs through the house, checking closets, cupboards, the shower. he ends up in front of the shoe cupboard, with a look of shock permanently seared into his face. --- with you, he laughs and runs full pelt into the ocean, uncaring if the water splashes directly into his eyes or if he loses his ice cream cone in

Those wonderful seconds by Derpdreamer, literature

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Those wonderful seconds

The second I turn off the computer to go to bed, I feel empty inside. I feel like I have cut off my only means to reach you my love. I crawl into my bed, a hallow shell, and close my eyes and for a second, just a mere second, I can feel your arms around my waist, your breath in my hair, your warmth overcome me. In that mere second, I feel at peace, I feel loved, I thank God that I have you. These seconds come and go, but when they happen, I am paralyzed, unable to do anything but just feel your presence. I wish I could touch back. I wish I could wrap my arms around your neck and bury my face next to your heart. All I can do is dream and pray

Remembrance by KeyBladerr, literature

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Remembrance

It all started when I was young. It was that bright autumn day when you visited papa. I really was scared of you at first, coming in with your silvery hair and crimson eyes. I thought you were a monster in all honesty. I remember hiding from you. But I also remember that you had spotted me, and asked papa about me. He laughed and told me to come out, and that you weren't going to hurt me. Gilbert he said your name was. You were really nice to me. You ruffled my hair and called me cute, and asked if we could meet again someday when I got older. Afraid to speak, I did the faintest nod, but I think you saw it. Flashing a grin, you bid papa goo

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