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Louise Glück, Marigold and Rose: A Fiction

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Anne Sexton, from The Black Art

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- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ the wind is rising, we must try to live ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

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as each year goes by I feel more and more lost and also more and more like myself

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Taylor Swift, I hate it here

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from Anthology of Armenian Poetry, ed. & tr. by Diana Der Hovanessian and Marzbed Margossian; "David of Sassoun"

[Text ID: "I do not feel part of the world."]

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i don’t want to teach you how i want to be loved. i want you to discover it. i want you to realize it. i don’t want to ask for it—or even worse, beg for it. i want you to generously offer it to me. i want it to come out naturally. sure, i love how whenever i tell something, you do it the next time or learn to compromise but i can’t go on like this forever. i can’t teach you how to handle me all the time. i can’t teach you how i want to be loved all my life.

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at this point, i might actually marry the first guy who would give me a bouquet of fresh flowers

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Tumblr is where girls go to be alone with other girls who are being alone and that's why I've been using this site for so long

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for someone who loves words, i find it difficult to put my thoughts together. i have so much to say but the alphabets seem to stay alphabets alone—no phrase expressed, no sentence constructed. i wanted it to be coherent. i wanted it to be in-depth. i wanted it to be meaningful yet noncomplex. i want the words to linger and not just touch. stuck and not just hit. absorbed and not just flipped over. however, for someone who loves words, i cannot identify the right words to utter. it feels like no term can justify the feeling i wanted to memorialize. no idiom is that deep. no speech is that articulate. it is like there are not enough words in this world to seize the emotions i bear. though i love words, i am afraid i cannot find the words that are worthy to depict my experiences. with that, i am also afraid that such experiences will remain as memories in my mind—most likely to be forgotten and left behind.

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am i real?

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dear mom and dad, I hope you know I am trying ໒꒱°·๐

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Thanks for hanging out with me! Was I cool? did you like me? What do you think of me in detail? Do you hate me?