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His SideShe said she was leaving.
What could I do?
She couldn't be helped.
She'd never pull through.

She'd been so dark,
just wasting away.
She tried to fight the tears,
but I saw them everyday.

I wanted her to be happy,
wanted to see her smile.
If only for a moment,
yes, just a little while.

And now she's happy.
That's all I need.
She's out of the dark.
Shes finally been freed.

But now I'm cold.
Now I'm wasting away.
I know I did it right.
I just wish she could've stayed.

God, why'd she have to go?
Each day is filled with dread.
She may be gone,
but I'm the one that's dead.His Side by ~lostmyslef

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Her SideTomorrow she'll be gone,
but what can you say?
Nothing can help her.
The pain won't go away.

But she would've stopped,
you could've said no.
That's what she wanted,
someone to say don't go.

That someone wanted her,
or at least would try.
That someone would grieve
if she were to die.

But you just stared,
nodding your head,
and she realized the truth
with a feeling of dread.

No one wanted her.
No one cared.
Not even you,
with the the love you shared.

So she said good-bye,
and you watched her leave.
She may have had the rope,
but now you can't breathe.Her Side by ~lostmyslef

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UneditedWe cry.
We scream.
We fight for our dream.

We scream.
We cry.
We're just waiting to die.

The same emotions
with a different drive.
Sometimes dead, sometimes alive.

The same in one way,
different in another
brother and sister, sister and brother.

So close in feeling,
so different in the end.
Falling apart, or finally on the mend?

Which am I?
Will I ever know?
Fighting to stay or ready to go?

Maybe I'm both,
in some impossible way.
Emotions oddly mixed everyday.

Wouldn't surprise.
I'm such a freak.
Excuse me, I laugh, I should call it "unique"Unedited by ~lostmyslef

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I Say No?How many times can you lose it all,
before you never get it back?
How many times can you fall,
till you land with a crack?

I get so close to the end.
So close to letting it go.
But something always seems to mend,
always tells me no.

I want to die,
but I need to go on.
I begin to cry.
I just want this to be done.

So don't keep me here.
It's time to go,
But now I begin to fear,
it's me that says no.I Say No? by ~lostmyslef

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wallflower clippingsthere's scar tissue in her throat,
swollen around the words she never said;
dark rings around her eyes
like planets unremembered, and
a staleness to her touch,
the crystalline Dead Sea.

she's living like a story
that's already been told
"if no one loved you
would you mean anything at all?"

in that moment,
we forget to exist.wallflower clippings by ~intricately-ordinary

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AstrologicalI have lost myself to
Venus & Mars,
tangled in their mismatched limbs.

Just dream dust & shattered prayers
begging for a new set of skin
(she can't remember where she orbits).

Pluck these fractured wings;
the Sun & Moon no longer ache
to see me fly in their luster.Astrological by *PrussianPersephone

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Memories of a DogThere are good dogs,
And bad dogs,
And dogs we never forget.
There are dogs like that,
Whose death we sorely regret.
There are sweet dogs,
And mean dogs,
And dogs that are in between.
But when we say we love them forever,
That's exactly what we mean.
There's a dog,
Out there for you.
And there's a dog,
Meant for me, too.
A sweet puppy,
Who will be my best friend.
When you find a dog like that,
Your memories together will never end.

Memories of a Dog

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Very nice gillians was good but you've done it justice. Although i don't think you've ever owned a dog......but that could also show th...

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liz
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Hey! What's up? So, my name's liz, I'm currently 14 years old, I'm an artist of literature mostly, but I do love to draw. I love music as well. I sing, and play saxaphone ( and a bit of guitar) I'm a total book worm. I love love love love love to read. When I read, it's like I get to forget who I am for a little while, o, I'm also depressed. My explanation for all my dark poems, it's a really good way to express feelings that you're too scared to show to anyone else. Don't worry, I don't like to bother people with my depression, I'm the type that likes to pretend it's okay. I'm a really good actress when it comes to this. So, that's me. Enjoy my page!

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by ~lostmyslef, 12 hours, 34 minutes ago
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Okay, so this usually happens to me when I have to write on a specific topic. If you just stick a pen in my hand and say write, sure, hell yeah, I'll write till the fucking pen runs out of ink, but jesus christ, you tell me to write about something, and it's like brain surgery to me. I can't stand it. I must write what I want to, or it takes forever, and in the end it's terrible anyway. "His Side" my newest and one of my worst poems is the reason for this rant towards my brain. Why can't i just take topic and write like a normal person. Why?

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