Let me deal with myself

A place for me to vent and be myself for when I'm frustrated, happy, devestated, and so on. You are more than welcome to read and reblog what I post here unless it says otherwise. 

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I can see a picture painted on the wall from the moon's light pouring in through my open window. It's a peaceful forest with a sunrise or maybe a river in the background. To the left there's a boy walking twords the forest with his loyal dog by his side. Further to the left there is something behind the boy and his dog. The forest is a nice place for lost and lonely souls. For people who don't know if they are coming or going, if its a nightmare or a sweet dream. For me.

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Fucked up

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Baby, it's cold outside.

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They day I walk down

I will give you my time

children

love

passion, but

don't you ever think ill be yours.

Im always mine before ever being someone elses.

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I’m beyond lost and I don't want to find a way out.

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Boys or guys whatever you call those creatures...they are no good. All they do is hurt and make me sad.

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I'd rather you stop squishing my feelings cause it hurts.

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You know those colorful wooden toy boxes? The ones where children have to try to put the right wooden block into the right shape cutout. In order for the wooden block to fit in it has to be the same as the shape that's been cut out on the box. Thats us. That me, thats you. I feel as if life is trying to put me through you and we obviously don't fit, we never will. A heart doesn’t fit through a square. I don't fit with you, nor do you fit with me. It’s quite plane and simple, we aren't meant fit together. This isn't meant to work. I want to give up now before one of my edges gets hurt for trying to fit in with you.

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What are we?

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I love your eyes, your dimples, your positivity, I love everything about you. Sorry that I'm not good at expressing it.

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My body says one thing, but my body desires for another.

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your hungry hands ask for more as they wondered through what they pleased,  mine were there to let you know my body didn’t mind.

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I love your smell, you actually smell like something.

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I’m scared to say “I love you” because you won’t believe me.

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Not gonna lie, I love the feeling of your hands, but i’ll never admit that to you.

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I wouldn't say I’m dirty now, but I’m certainly not the innocent little girl I have within me.

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I feel free with your name out of my soul.