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Than to See Your Face Again by ValerieFrechmann, literature

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Than to See Your Face Again

I'd rather watch you die Than to see your face happy again And not because I want to see you suffer But because I can't see you happy with someone else I know I've moved on and that you should too But for some reason, it's so hard to watch You move on and become someone different Without me at your side Life is fearful and ridiculously scary Love is treacherous and honestly scarier How do I know what forever is When I've already lost you? Maybe one day we'll run into each other again At a local coffee shop and you'll see my beautiful family And I'll see her and your three beautiful children And we'll say hello and talk about the weather A

Monsters by ValerieFrechmann, literature

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Monsters

The monsters inside of me are tearing me to shreds The secrets I hold are burning up my head There are noises and bangs and things I can't explain Lying and fearing and things I can't contain The world was calm before I ruined it all Before I went on a limb and continued to fall My life was perfect, my life was great And then I ruined it all with one huge mistake I lost everything I never dreamed I'd lose And while trying to win it back, all I did was confuse I stopped believing in myself and I started to fight I started to fight for something that wasn't even right Now the world is spinning at an unimaginable pace And I can't find the pat

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Than to See Your Face Again by ValerieFrechmann, literature

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placebo by lizilicious, literature

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placebo

i treated your affection like pills to take for my own benefit. this has taught me that people make poor bandages. skin is not meant to cushion fragility, and bones make for poor support, when i'm at my most spineless- consuming you in short doses, extending a prescription i made-believed i needed. there is still the aftertaste of apologies lingering in the back of my throat, difficult to dry-swallow- my wounds should have never been yours to burden. and i should have known better than to taper you off with natural defenses: the act of cutting out instead of carving in. i have never found the ways to formulate how to make this better: to

More Ramblings. by Ohmystarsfan, literature

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More Ramblings.

How far are you willing to go for someone that you love? Would you really take a bullet for that person? Do you trust them that much? What if the bullet came from their gun? Whether the gun was aimed at the one you love or at you, would you be able to save them or yourself? Be completely honest, you wouldn’t. That’s the end of it. Right? If there was a bullet flying towards your lover, or towards you, (The fastest bullets travel at around 3000 km/h (over 1800 mph) —about three times the speed of sound. Like a supersonic (faster-than-sound) jet fighter, these bullets make shock waves as they roar through the air.) then

Smoke and Mirrors by KayyVenom, literature

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Smoke and Mirrors

Refracted images dancing off of kaleidoscope mirrors, Jagged lines to mar the smoke, Echoed hollowed voices ricocheting against emptied walls. Find the truth in an oasis of anxieties. Find the beauty in a bouquet of lies. Find comfort in a bed of thorns. Bring not your magnifying glass, Look not past the illusion, It is not a rose colored glasses mentality, But rather that it is simply better to not let the smoke waft away. Besides, it may not be you that is obscured by the smoke and mirrors, But rather that it is I who hides in this clueless oblivion. Always running, hinting, silently begging, Yet my throat has long since been to to

Bullet Tears: We're Big Girls Now by Cinestress, literature

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Bullet Tears: We're Big Girls Now

Five-year-old Donna tapped the plastic red person over the colored spaces on the Candyland board. She reached the last space and took her plastic person high in the air and dropped it on the Candy Castle. “I win!” she screamed. “You did? Let me see that.” Her father leaned closer to the board, reached across it, and tickled Donna. She giggled and screamed. “Stop, stop! No! Haha!” she said. The front door shut and in walked her mother, carrying a backpack full of textbooks. Donna got up and ran to give her mother a hug. Her father followed. “How was it?” he asked. “Fine,” she s

I Want Love by MyPainMirrorYours, literature

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I Want Love

I walk in this town Hoping to be found No ones seems to notice me I wander alone Searching for home Looking for someone to love me I watch and wait My heart was red But as it was before The red heart is no more Darkness shines Light darkens the day The angel of my heart cries Heart of red is now dead Heart of black Years of suffering have come back Demons work their way to my soul Devils use tricks to turn me cold Please someone make me whole

Help Creative Criticism Wanted! by WhocouldIbe, literature

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Help Creative Criticism Wanted!

She didn't want to die. Death being the only option, she had no choice. She had never prepared for this moment. Only thoughts of survival and life filled her mind until now. With no defending thoughts, Death struck her all at once, leaving her frozen, unable to move. It filled her mind with fear and denial. Her body begins to shiver and shake, her stomach tossing and turning, but her supply of tears remain absent, her reservoir dry and desolate. She pinches her eyes shut. Unprepared, but as ready as she'll ever be, she waits an eternity for the end. When the cold steal kisses her forehead, she winces and only spares one tear for the occa