#anishawrites

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WRITING BLOG

From now on, I'll be posting my works on https://bookpixiee.wordpress.com/ . If any of you were here for the writing, please please go follow me there! You don't need to be on wordpress!

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REGARDING MY RAMBLES

So if any if you have ever looked through by tumblr, you guys would have probably seen a page called rambles, with poems and rants and stuff like that. That page is going to vanish. On Jan 8th/9th I'm going to create a actual blog on WordPress (or something else?) which only has my writing. Any new material I'll be posting there, tho i might post something I particularly like here too. While all the stuff I've uploaded here (and will upload in the future) is still going to be there on my blog ( if youre willing to stalk me lol) I'm removing the page Rambles. Ill be posting the link to my blog once I make it, and I'll love it if y'all would go check it out!! -Anisha

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It started with that shooting star Arcing over our heads While I lay in tears Because of something he said You sat and wished faithfully You wished to have me again While I watched him turn my mind against me And tears came pouring out It was like I was in the middle of a waterfall Falling And you were trying to hold onto me While he just jumped with me I was drenched and screaming He just held me close He turned my words against me And I lost my nerve Four months later I came back From the brink of hell Someone new was waiting for me He smiled and laughed and ran away from the wreck I was I never quite got over that It hurt me like you did all those months ago It was like I was in the middle of a waterfall Falling Only this time The water suffocated me Till I drowned

Waterfall//AD//

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"You probably won't ever get married lol" "Her?? No way dude she's so ugly." "Two people like you? Hahahha hahahah" The words go on and On And On And I am sick about writing about them I am sick of thinking about them. Isn't it sad when words are twisted into knives Isn't it sad when a girl is attacked till she loses her self confidence Isn't it sad when beauty comes in a package addressed to a size and face that doesn't belong to more than half the world It may be sad But I'm just angry Angry that it still hurts. Words were my refuge And they were taken and made into arrows Each one piercing my heart. The truth is, If someone asks me to list 5 things I like about myself, I have barely 2. And if you asked someone else 5 things they like about me, They'll probably have 0. It doesn't hurt anymore. It just makes me angry That I am incapable of loving myself Even though I know I am worth it. It just makes me angry That someone else might feel the same.

Most teenage girls hate themselves and they don't want your pity//AD//

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1. The way you touch the back of your neck when youre embarrassed, its adorable. 2. You look beautiful when you read. 3. When you send me 2am messages telling me you just stopped at that donut place I liked and how you just 'needed' to tell me its open at night, just in case. 4. Your eyes. 5. The way you tousle your hair. 6. The way you debate. Literally the hottest thing I've ever seen. 7. Your impromptu hugs

7 things about you that I appreciate//Devotion To Lover X(2) //AD//

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Isn't it funny how people Believe in god With absolute faith? They don't have to see Him. They believe. Isn't it funny how people Dismiss mental illnesses As pure fantasy? They have ample proof. They close their eyes. Isn't it funny how people Are hypocrites?

Mental illnesses exist and god might not//AD//

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Something New; Emotions

A girl carrying a backpack gets stopped at a checkpoint. When her bag is opened, it is empty. She is asked why she is carrying an empty backpack around. She says: The backpack is full. Its full of my anger and pain and frustration, My destructive nature, My naive love, Half my soul is in that backpack. The guards look at each other, puzzled. One of them steps forward and says: Young lady, We all have our burdens. But we carry them inside of us. How can you detach yourself from your emotions? They are what make you. Without them, you are almost an empty shell, A clean slate. And at your age young lady, No one should be born again. She replies: Oh you haven't seen what I've seen, And what hurts me may not hurt you, But everything in that backpack caused me great pain, And I no longer want those experiences. I want to fly free like a bird, Soar through the sky with no weight on my back, This backpack is the way I take control of my life, A life which will be terrible to live otherwise. I must leave this with you now, I hope you don't mind. Its time for me to let go, And break free. The girl was never seen again. The backpack was burnt.