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“It’s okay to love something a little too much, as long as it’s real to you.”

— Gerard Way

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“If you have the power to make someone happy, do it. The world needs more of that.”

— Unknown

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In your honest opinion, what does it mean to be human?

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aunts

She works. Hard.

Sometimes because she has to, 

Other for the hope of a better future. 

I find a certain beauty in her ways

The way she moves

The way she cries sometimes no tears at all

The way she loves. 

You are gonna be gorgeous, 

Her beauty is peachy, gentle, and warm, 

I anticipate yours will be similar.  

She is a goddess of laughter

It simply trails behind in a mark upon humanity 

That makes me look at her and I just 

Smile. 

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mirrors

I can't quite figure out why

When I am all alone I battle 

against emotion

Against fears

Tears

Cycling through the years 

Where everything sounds like a throbbing 

In my ears

And I hear a voice tell me

Each problem with 

My thighs, 

My arms, 

My eyes, 

Yet a charm comes to me in a faint melody

Where the solo lasts an eternity 

And the choir runs out of harmonies. 

But this isn't a concert?

It's just practice. 

I never thought that I would have this

A name to answer every question

About myself

No

About affection? 

Absolutely 

Which direction do i turn to find where all my 

Self reflection has gone. 

It is there. 

I just have to look closer.

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haiku of a hoarder

My plant is dying

I need to clean this room up

Lets watch some hulu

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biography

I am she 

She who? 

Well; at the crossroads between piecing together some elaborate saga

And telling you i don't quite have an answer, well.

I am the one that wakes up each morning. 

Maybe not always on time, but life is silly like that

I work towards goals, avidly

I would say that i've started feeling through thoughts 

And accepting things in patience

Which in the end, allows one to 

Simply try to speak 

Softer, so the words don't hurt our ears

Don't listen to answer, 

Listen to understand

And lastly? 

Speak in Love

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cold

Hands go numb, cold

They told you you could do anything, 

Sold on the idea of anything complacent with normality. 

You can have dreams

Of warmth in the sun

 Wanting to scream 

Wanting to run

So fast they'll never find you

But those scars will always remind you 

That even in heaven

The lights may blind you

And it's that risk that i don't want to take

I trip and stumble through every mistake

In a hope that from this nightmare i will awake

Laying next to you

Dreaming of a summer breeze

Or falling leaves. 

Just a couple of thieves stealing away to see each other

Drifting towards sunshine on my face

The feel of your embrace

I just want to taste your breath

For it melts me

 into nothing but beauty.

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manners

M:  many do not know which order to use their silverware, out to in. 

A:  anybody can speak, but one must learn to hold one's tongue. 

N:  nothing too morbid at the dinner table, makes guests uncomfortable.

N:  nor anything too animated or breathing.  

E:  expect nothing in return, sometimes all people can give you is time

R:  respect yourself, dress nice

S:  standards. 

            Fuck em

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greetings

The comfort of gloom reminds me I’m home.

It isn’t a sad one, nor one to diminish, yet we get closer to the shore, feeling each and every current on the way. 

Like a greeting from an old friend, it’s familiarity strikes me so vain. 

Welcome home, 

A phrase I will live to say.