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I see your eyes And how hard you try to just do right I hypothesize Why your head hangs low as misery sows I empathize With who you are when things fall apart And your body shakes as your voice starts to break And your emotions feel fake when you've lost your way And despite what they say you don't feel safe And it feels like God doesn't care when you pray So your head hangs low as you hide your face I've been there before When life is a chore So please don't ignore when I open the door Go outside and breathe; don't cry on the floor You need to feel free when life you abhor You should know You're in control Of your destiny So baby please Just believe When I say I know in this life you should stay Lift your eyes In the middle of the day when the clouds give way And the sun shines down on your beautiful face Do you realize? You're a wonderful view and the things you do Can only be done by someone like you And you stabilize The beating of my heart when things fall apart With those auburn lips and your beautiful gifts I know you've run out of wit but you don't need to quit Everyday you choose to live is a miraculous win It gives me hope when my voice starts to choke And I feel so alone in my broken home And if I can make your day brighter My chest will feel lighter Instead of starting a fire As I stand in my pyre I'll try to sire When you grow tired The hope you need To relax and breathe Stay with me Please stay with me Your life you should save So please find a way To stay alive today

Stay safe, wish you the best

I guess that you could say I'm not alright Though I've written 'bout it several times Posting poetry late in the night Express myself to calm my broken mind I miss when I was high on someone's shelf And I hate relying on myself Stupid bitch can't even help herself Too scared to ask for help from someone else Who am I To think I'm worthy of your time I sigh Suicidal ideations rule my life I should Lie to you and say I'm doing good I guess that you could say I'm not okay Doesn't matter if I laugh throughout the day Distracting smile hides the dimness of my eyes It goes away when I'm alone at night I miss when I was high on someone's shelf And I hate relying on myself Stupid bitch can't ******* save herself Too weak to ask for help from someone else Say goodbye To this world and end my life I'm fine Bullet to the head would do me right You could Call me the girl who's crying wolf I guess that you could say I wanna die Think I've been this way since I was five You know I never asked to be alive Learned I'm just an accident when I was five I've never been that high on someone's shelf I've always had to rely upon myself Stupid bitch can't ******* save herself I wake up every day in my own hell I'm alright I'll just write a song and I'll be fine I'm wise I know I'll make it through the night I attest I just need to get this off my chest I guess that you could say I'm not alright You know I write about it all the time Posting poetry late in the night Express myself to calm my broken mind I'll put myself upon my highest shelf I'll never stop relying on myself Stupid bitch will learn to save herself And someday I'll learn to save somebody else So I'll cry Into these lines like they're a mic I'll try To do my best to save my life You could Call me the girl who's crying wolf

CRP makes me anxious af, you want me to make an articulate emote under pressure without power or under gaming AND do math??? **** outta here.... /lh /wl #MathBad

PK THE BLOOD MAGES TOO god bless

If I have a thought that can be said I've thought upon the most, but have told absolutely no one, it's that. And I'm usually such an open person, that this seemed like a pointless secret to keep

I remember the first time I had a true, conscious thought. The moment I stepped away from my nature as a responsive, reactive hominid, and became a creature who thinks, and not only thinks, but also thinks about the nature of how she thinks. I remember it, and I've thought about that moment since the moment I could be aware of my own thoughts. I looked upon my tiny, still developing hands, and I flexed them in and out of tiny, still developing fists. And I stared at them. And I thought: how am I doing this? What causes my thought of will to close my hands to then become the action of closing my hands? I asked my mother, who, up until then, was the same as Creator to my eyes. And with those eyes that sparkled with the innocence and purity of youth, I stared up at her, awaiting an answer the same as any would await any answer from their creator. She told me she did not know. It was then that I learned my first real lesson about life: not all our questions are immediately given answers. Sometimes, you have to seek them out yourself. And sometimes, it might take a while until you are blessed with that knowledge you desperately seek and crave. I would go on to form a breadth of questions that held no immediate answers. And until I could find those answers, I set about inventing my own. And still, I am looking at my adult, well developed hands, as I shape them into adult, well developed fists. If these are to be the last things I see when I am aged and weathered, and I am able to end my life with a million different answers as to how I do what I do, and have done what I have done, then I think I will be able to die with a great amount of happiness to be buried alongside me.

Stop making amendments and just do what u want until ST try to stop u 😭 😭 😭

******* please