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What happens to the girl who pities her demons...? Aren’t they hurting too?

Vera

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How do you grow...? (Pt. 1)

Your arms were my castle

But now they’re my cage

Yet I’m a willing victim

Unwilling to turn the page

And move on to better things

Better places

The phone rings

Your voice brings me back

Every single time

You ask me how I am

I settle for just fine

Is this fine?

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Sleepless Thoughts, Entry #1

I’m trying to remember a time I wasn’t plagued by crippling loneliness...

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The ‘Hero’ Life.

Dying heroically is so much easier

Than living heroically, I feel

The constant scars from

Trying to do the right thing

Never seem to heal

This life seems like a burden

Maybe some sort of curse

One I wish I was released from

But still I fear the worst

That I’d never be a hero

Or even make a dent

In all the pain and suffering

Of the planet I’ve been sent

So I’ll continue walking

Wandering from here to there

Trying to send my message

To people everywhere

If we can all commit to

Standing together, playing our part

We all could lead the lives of heros

And it wouldn’t have to be so hard

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Hmm, I actually would like to know?

For Writers:

Reblog if it’s okay for your followers to leave you an ask telling you what the one thing is they remember you for as a writer.  Is it a scene or a detail or a specific line? Is it something like style or characterization?  Is it that one weird kink they never thought they’d be into, but oh my god wow self-discovery time?

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Some days, I can just hear myself breaking...

It hurts..

Vera S.

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When the Dam Breaks

My self doubt is a strong dam

My creative pool swirls in one place going nowhere

But the itch to create as begun to race up and down my arms

My hands burn

The damn shatters

Dramatically.. violently

The words pour

The art flows

I feel alive again

It won’t be long before I stagnate once more

Still, I look forward to another flood

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“In the end we were nothing more than the ghost of a story whispered about round the smoldering remains of a bonfire, a soft song carried by the breeze. A footprint left behind in wet sand, faded with time and washed away by the tide. After all these years, the beginning of our tale still sat on the tip of my tongue, and I was ready to spill like an overflowing sink, ready to fix the frayed thread of memory and weave it into something that would outlast us. But the words never came when I called upon them. They got lost in translation, vanished between the lines, and while I was a storyteller powerless without her words, you evolved and changed, the person I’d known slowly turning into some kind of young god. Invincible and clad in gold, you towered over me, reminding me of the wrong choices I made, of the mistakes that paved my way. But I was not the only one at fault. Even gods bled. Even legends died, when no one was around to speak about them. Despite my better judgement, I kept you alive. Through wishes made upon the stars in the dead of night, through hopeful thoughts I shared with no one, through dreams as vivid as memory. In keeping you alive, I made certain that I would always remain a part of your story. And I made certain that the legend you were would always remain a part of mine.”

— of gods and legends / n.j.

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Crash

I think something broke

But in the destruction

I was made whole

Things are so much clearer

Walking among the ruins

Nothing stands in my way

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What do I do?

Cruel and Unusual

But I’ve had a refusal

To be the same

Though all it’s brought me is pain

Letting go seems to be the only way out

But I have this heavy conscience

I can do nothing about

I feel others pain

Inside my chest it rains

Trying to hold on to the values I know

Yet all it seems to do is hurt me, so

What do I do?

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I’m not ready to live... I’m ready to see what life has to offer. I’m ready to see what it means to live.

Vera Stone

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Yet Another Voice...

So many voices

but my mind is louder

it says the same thing

they couldn’t be prouder

I feel so divided

my mind tells me I’m wrong

I put on my headphones

and turn up the song

I just want to drown out

these feelings i’m having

yet i can still hear

all those voices laughing 

I cover my ears

try to block out the noise

but what I say to myself

it seems i don’t have a choice

My mind runs

and my mouth moves

all of a sudden 

I have nothing to lose

I’m already sad

I’m already hurtin’

I guess it’s time 

to raise the curtain 

Enjoy the Show.

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A dream come true...

Source.

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Cardboard

Today..I am cardboard. Flimsy and thin, dull in every aspect. Yet...so very practical. I am recyclable, reusable, again and again.

In a way I’m proud, to be of use to others.

How else would they know me?

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Before and After:

I may shed tears from the pain of change, but I was still more broken before the transformation...

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10 Word Tragedies:

Finally she realized, she’d been waiting to die all along...

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But sometimes...I think of the stars, the void...and I find peace.

My heart hurts. Nighttime is so hard sometimes.

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