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Addicted to romance dramasIt doesn't matter what languageMultitask between reading and observingWorth it as long as the heart fluttersClawing into thr..
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His heart was made of chocolateHis bones of crystallized sugar canesHis eyes of the creamiest cocoa sweet milkLayer and layer of his skin came like st..
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I am not bonkers.My stream of consciousnessis simply in the perspective of a mad woman...She is me,but I am not her.There lies the difference of our s..
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She ran her mouth,created enemies,but she was admired for being as true as one could be and more.She wasn't an otherworldly beauty,she wasn't flawless..
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She was as precious to me as my own heart, so it wasn't fair that she would go on to break my treasure to pieces. Or maybe it was my fault. I pushed a..
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I broke a hundred times before the pieces started fitting together.Perhaps it was necessary...Except, I'm frightened I'll fall apart once more.Break a..
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I am disturbedThese toxic fumes are collecting like a second skinIntoxication brewing in my mindHazy mazes contorting my vision keep breathing it all ..
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"To be, or not to be"as beloved Shakespeare put it;yet,not fully conscious of what those options are.Victim, Abuser,or something in between.Why couldn..
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When I think about ithe never actually said anything meaningfulbut that wasn't the pointHe had listenedwith the patience of a Godto this sinful tortur..
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...Because I painted her skin with my fingertips,along with the image in my head.She became alive under my touch,and she bloomed with every stroke of ..
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