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Make Me ForgetYou almost made me forget, love.
You almost made me forget the hurt; the pain; the sorrow.
You almost made me forget about the emptiness:
You almost made me forget his name.
You almost gave me hope;
You almost made me think that I might be whole again;
You almost gave me hope that I can be fixed,
You almost made me think that maybe,
I could fall in love again.
You gave me hope that maybe; I really wasn't this
You almost made my heart beat faster,
You almost made me
l-o-v-eI love you.
Ich liebe dich.
Is breá liom tú.
Io ti amo.
A tave myliu.
Be Oki just want to be o.k.
is that too much to ask?
i just want to feel someday
without a broken heart.
TimingShe lost herself in the sweet air after the rain, savouring the scent of damp earth and damp hair and shampoo lingering faintly on his pillow case.
he had gone, like the train he missed,
es for the girl who lay still on his sheets.
She sank into herself, with heavy lungs she pulled the weight of the world and tucked it beneath her bones. She ran the streets, cracking pavement under the weight of her weightless feet.
he meant to love in threes and
cry for twos,
but broken fingers make for quiet dreams,
rusted strings and restless sleep.
BeautifulI don't feel beautiful,
And even though I know I am,
I don't feel loved.
I no longer believe in wishes;
I no longer believe in dreams,
For those things are things
That little girls believe in
And I am no longer little.
I know I need a change
But I don't know how
To change it.
I don't know how to be happy
On my own.
I don't know how to get back
To the girl I used to be.
wrong bedsyou fall to the ground, sand between your fingers,
grass tickling the tips of your toes
and you scream
noise is all there is -
emotion drained from your system through way of your lungs
and then, there is nothing left
muscles relax, head sinking into the ground,
falling slightly to the left
broken twigs litter the ground beside you
still clinging onto their leaves -
bright green in the cloud-dulled moonlight
you realise you love them more than anything else in this world
because you know that sometimes,
the broken things need the most love
you burn the book you write in
smoke fills your nostils, stings your eyes
dear bully. dear bully,
it's just me; you know, that girl you bullied. remember? yeah, i bet you do.
i just wanted to tell you a few little things. about you, about me, and what you did.
you know, it's funny. i learned from everything you did to me. i really did.
for example, i learned that i was strong. i was the strong one out of us two. you were weak; you bullied me to feel power, which was something you didn't have. you called me names, hit me, tripped me up, and hurt me just to feel some power and self respect. but that self respect, it wasn't earned. you deserve nothing.
i also learned that it wasn't my fault, and that being who i am is the b
A Means to ImmortalityOnly a short time passes after being hit by sorrow, and yet one can still feel that nick in the heart that cannot be filled in like a crack between bricks. By no means is it small, but somehow 'nick' just seems like the word to use. It's a deceitful little word, meant to hide the real damage that grief has caused. It is something that has not physically wounded someone, but emotionally, and it is so small and delicate that it could rip open further and become a gash across the heart if one lets it do so.
The death of my great-aunt did not happen long ago, and while there is no nick, I still feel a dull ache when I think of the absence of her
The Effects of Old AgeWhen Phyllis began to grow old
She imagined her cat had sold
All her possessions
Which led to depression
But she died of the common cold.
Nash The Sailor BoyNash was a young sailor boy
Whose captain he'd often annoy.
With a rope and a ladder
The man solved the matter
And left the sails for the boy to enjoy.
In Empty Rooms and MemoriesIt isn't wrong for me to say that I am glad someone is dead. At least, not when that person was in the most pain I swear I've ever seen anyone in throughout my life the last time I saw her. Not when the last time I saw her was when she was lying on her side in her death bed and unable to do anything but moan, unable to see the troop of family members that had united and marched in to greet her until an extra dose of medicine took the sting away. At the same time, as happy as I am that she's no longer groaning in that bed alone and pained, I am more saddened by the news than I thought I would be. I thought I had been well-enough prepared, but
JoyceHaving kicked the man in the balls and relieved him of his belongings, Joyce wasn't quite sure what to do next. She could run, but he might come after her the next minute. If she tied him up here, in the middle of nowhere, he might be eaten by wolves; or starve to death. Besides, she didn't have any rope. She could kill him... perhaps. The thought left a bitter taste in her mouth.
'What am I to do with you?' she sighed.
'Well,' he groaned while giving her a look that sent shivers down her spine, 'You can run, but that won't help you, cause I will find you! So you just wait another few minutes until I get back up again - and I mean úp- and t
BailoutThis work of fan fiction contains characters, ideas, situations, and places found in the Hasbro Studios series "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". No infringement of copyright is implied by this work of satire and parody, and this work is meant as a celebration of the people involved in the creation, development, and production of the series.
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Dear Mayor Mare,
It was wit' no small amount of disappointment that we received yer' newest letter o' sympathy, madam mayor. While yer' elocution wa
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