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Look at my truths by raziella, literature

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Look at my truths

When i was younger, i saw a girl, Her arms were white with scars. And i thought how ugly it was How inhuman I wanted to close my eyes Look away But i couldn't I wanted to tear the scars away Make it better But i couldn't.. Not so long ago i saw myself The thin white lines That seperate me From you Make me different From him Or her And i smiled for I am unique And in all that ugliness I am beautiful

Long Forgotten by raziella, literature

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Long Forgotten

I sit in the corner of a long-forgotten cafe Sipping my latte and remembering long-forgotten days When a girl bursts through the doors Crying and in such a state She startles me from my thoughts and latte because A cafe this forgotten should have no dramas Two girls come up to her and comfort her and I can only assume they are friends They act like they are long lost or Long Forgotten so close are they. I hear in sobs and starts how she- Was hurt- How she- Trusted him and he's let her- Down. And the long forgotten friends comfort her Just as they should. With soothing words And hugs. And they tell her that soon he'll be long

Labeling's not jus for jamjars by raziella, literature

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Labeling's not jus for jamjars

Labeling isn't just for jam jars Have you ever walked through your town or city and seen someone and instantly labeled them? I have. It's stereotyping, it's labeling, and it's wrong. But it's also part of nature and if I'm honest; I love it. I saunter through the streets of Cambridge in my far-too-wide-at-the-bottom jeans and bright red coat, that when I bought it stood out but now blends in with the other 13 thousand red coats around, and I people-watch. I think I get it from my mom, on the basis that my dad doesn't really notice anything and my mother is very judgmental. She'll sit at the back of a cinema, and she'll actually get there ea

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Friends without faces by R-Parsons, literature

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Friends without faces

We sit and we type, and we stare at our screens We all have to wonder, what this possibly means. With our mouse we roam, through the rooms in a maze Looking for something or someone, as we sit in a daze. We chat with each other, we type all our woes Small groups we do form, and gang up on our foes. We wait for somebody, to type out our name We want recognition, but it is always the same. We give kisses and hugs, and sometimes flirt In IMs we chat deeply, and reveal why we hurt. We do form friendships - but - why we don't know But some of these friendships, will flourish and grow. Why is it on screen, we can be so bold Telling our

Just there by MimiMarquez, literature

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Just there

Long gone past rest with something in my head like that fly buzzing against the flickering light bulb high above my head. And my stomach's pointless glug like a soup bowl stirred with stainless steel knives fills my ears blocked by the sound of silence growing thought by thought as I lie here alone and wish to be held. Warm and safe, help me to forget those awful things that take over my head all over again. As I lie awake under my bed curled up, frozen I can't even feel the pain, I don't want to try. And I'm dreaming of who I want to be but it's just borrowed theme as I stand and fall, stare consistently up at the star