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Picked Last

Just like in gym class

Always picked last

Alone in a crowd

Not standing out

Even when I shout

Taking up space

Just holding a place

Kept at arms length

(or further)

Moved on from

With nothing to move on to

Never chosen back

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Shout

I shout my existence

Shout it out to the world

And nobody hears

Seen if looking directly at me

Fall back to the periphery

And I disappear

Intangible though I am

I still try to grasp

And my hands fall right through

I just want to hold on

I want to be held on to

I want to feel seen and heard

I want to be remembered

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Sunflower

I want to be someone's favorite person

I want to be their home

To be the first person they think of

The first person they tell

I want to be the sun

Instead I am the sunflower

Rooted in place to watch

As the sun moves on to another day

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I am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all. I like watching people, but I don't like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them, or offending them. I am tired.

- Susan Sontag

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I wish I knew what to do with my life, what to do with my heart. I do nothing all day, boredom settles in, I look at the sky so I get to feel even smaller than I already feel and my mind keeps poisoning itself uselessly.

- Sylvia Plath

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I'm not tragic these days, I don't weep, but I feel alone, bewildered, far from you, far from everything - nothing has any meaning.

- Simone de Beauvoir

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People will kill you over time, and how they'll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like "be realistic".

- Dylan Moran

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I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.

- Beau Taplin

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Tell me that you chose me. That you love me. That you crave the darkness.

- Kristina Haynes

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I wish you knew the truth; I still look for you in every crowded room. Music is supposed to soothe, so why does it feel like salt in my wounds?

- Marie Atrophy

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Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back... then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.

- Sarah Cross

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― Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

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one thing about me i am filled with love and some people dont want that, and I need to learn to accept that.

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"In this life,

he will be my hardest thing.

My furthest fall,

my deepest love.

My knock down, drag out,

passionate fighter.

He's my 3 AM

drunken night text regret.

He's the one

I'll compare every man to.

My most brutal goodbye,

my eternal muse."

-Natalie Jensen

It might be your first crush or your first love. They almost always break your heart. No matter how you try to protect it. But It's just really sad that you can never hate that person. And all you can do is move on or at least pretend to.

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“you’ve read me wrong, but it’s not my responsibility to summarize or explain the pages within me that you can’t or choose not to understand.”

— iambrillyant