Posts
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It Hurts (and Thank You)
It hurts.
Their cruel words digging deep into my soul, planting their roots and taking over.
It hurts.
Hearing them all gossip about me, calling me names I never asked for.
It hurts.
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Different
I am… different.
I have chronic pain.
Any time I leave the house,
I use a crutch, a walker, wheelchair, or cane.
People think this is funny.
I get bullied a lot.
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Broken Peices
From this pain I feel
I am forever changed now
Broken pieces lost
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I Love
I love
My family
I love
My friends
I love
The sky
I love
The sea
I love
The sunset
I love
To write
I love
To sing
I love
The stars
I love
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I Hate
I hate
When I can’t control myself
I hate
When I black out
I hate
When I hate myself
I hate
When people belittle me
And make me feel
Crazy and like crap
I hate
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Why I can never leave
They were so awful to me,
And yet
They seemed to care.
They manipulated,
Twisted,
Hurt,
And destroyed me.
And yet I can't
Seem to let them go.
Even knowing
How badly they could
Loves
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Steps
Wake up later than you need to, earlier than you want to and happier than you deserve to.
2) Take a shower. Look at your big little body in the mirror before you get in.
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MY RIGHTS
"You want your rights?"
"Come and get it," said the snake.
It was wrapped around a tree
in the confines of his tail,
a paper labeled "YOUR RIGHTS."
I stared up at the snake,
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slippery, sunlit silence
Once, we met.
My hair was up, and the world was coated with snow,
and you
talked to me with wide blue eyes
and a slippery smile, easy to fall into.
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Slipping Through My Fingers
There’s this song,
Slipping Through My Fingers.
By ABBA. From Mamma Mia!
That's how I see it.
Our rights.
“I try to capture every minute.”
