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Welcome to my shitty poems corner ft. a dash of inner monologues, thanks for reading

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Tonight I Have

The Feminine Urge to Cut Off All My Hair

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update

No longer sad!

Then why face full of acne??

Sad again

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*gets that kind of headache*

Me: time to stare into the fuckin sun

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grandma's in town and i gotta dress a bit more straight but the silver rings are still in place

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i love you plenty

 i never get my hopes up 

i love u just fine

 my expectations are never high

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Valentines

I only knew we were in February cuz of the valentines goods at my local Publix  

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Me?  dying in your arms tonight? It’s more likely than you think

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i’m being peer pressured into getting ice cream

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i try to understand but i don’t

it’s unexpected, how intertwined you are in someones life yet hardly be there at all 

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Can I please just read my Tiny Book of Poems with no pants on?

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i hate how life can be taken away so easily. i hate how there is nothing i can do about it. i hate how easy it is to judge. i hate how there are so many things i do not know. i hate how easy it is to give up but hurts to let go. i hate how cruel we can be. i hate that i don’t know how to help or if it will make a difference

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When you try to deglaze your chopped onion and crushed garlic with a dry white wine but the Publix cashier says you’re under 21???? 

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the bed seems too big now

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she’ll never change, she doesn’t want to

he’ll never change, he doesn’t know how

they’ll never change 

Can I try?

maybe it’s best if I don’t

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The dark we made

I found another piece and I believe it grew

But it was always there? 

It had always been

It was never moving, only growing 

Growing deeper into us

Never moving, only taking victims

They could walk away or scream 

but they don’t, they never will

Preferring to suffer and drag whose close downward to it

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To what truth is there to speak? 

We loathe one another

I could never! And of my own family? 

One must turn such darkness in on ourselves must be the only way.

Yet, I look into her eyes, they are truly windows to the soul; nothing but hate, envy 

To think; are you truly the sister? Mother? Father? Brother?

i no longer know

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she left, i don’t blame her