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Neutral Feelings.Some things are so insignificant.
Perhaps you're happy without me?
Is there light sleeping somewhere inside this dark?
All this emotion has been lying dormant, somewhere inside of me.
A lot of things are better left unsaid, but time is short.
I'm tired of grieving for what could have been.
If only your true colours had shown themselves sooner.
Life isn't that kind to most it would seem.
I brave the days to come, alone.
I was alone all along afterall.
We go seperate ways, but my guess is that we'll do just fine.
Passion.I want to hold you close.
Skin to skin, heart to heart.
Our lips finally touch.
Don't let them part.
Another Chapter.You think you've won this fight?
Well not this time.
You're poison; the rotting core inside.
You're nothing to me.
You'll soon hate what you've become.
I almost told you that I loved you.
Too bad it was all a lie.
You seem so fragile now that i'm seeking my revenge.
The fog has lifted and I see you for who you really are.
It was all empty feelings to you.
There's no need to pretend that you cared.
Soon i'll be rid of you.
You'll just become another chapter in my life.
Your Turn.I can still feel you.
You're right where I left you.
My heart pounding in my head.
Thoughts of you crowd my mind.
I don't want to believe you're empty.
I don't want to believe I'm wrong.
All ability to be rational has deserted me.
You'll get what you deserve.
All desire to care has left me.
It's your turn to suffer alone.
I'll Be There.Was there someone who hurt you?
Does this solitude own your heart?
Are you harbouring hatred?
Is it tearing you apart?
Your trust is gone and you're broken inside.
Deceit is the poison that seeps into your veins.
Never let go, please don't let go.
You don't have to suffer alone.
I'll be there to guide you.
Feel the light that surrounds you.
Step out of the dark.
Everyone needs somebody to love.
Let it be me.
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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