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Isabella

Leave me when you get new friends
I'm sure they'll be nice.
They'll call you pretty and pat you on the back
Probably tell you to never change.
I was never good to you
I always called you names,
I provoked your insecurities
I pushed you till you raged.
I called your bullshit what it was
and that was wrong
I told you when you were erratic-
that was wrong too;
But I'll never apologise for loving you, bitch.
Under that murky cloak of immaturity
my heart stayed steady when you were around,
working at a constant to your facetimes-
Beating to the tempo of the breaks between your words.
With you, I wasn't awkward
I was laughing, singing and over-reacting.
You made the silence sweet music
And eye contact bearable.

Leave me when you get new friends
They'll be better than I ever was
But I don't care who they are
They'll never love you like I did.
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Velvet

idc about ur insta feed,
just come here-
and fuck me.
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Our souls sing when we don’t

AyyaayyayyyYAAYYYY
AyyaayyaaayyyYAAAYYY
AyyaayyaaaayyyyYAAAAYYY!!!!
*Holds chest*
*Falls to ground*
*Feels pain*
*Cries*
[END OF SONG]
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I don’t like to poo after a cigarette

Ocean waves clash against the sandy coasts of California
Glamour sand, glittered, dressed in the raw blood of mother earth
The cosmopolitan lights of L.A. burn in the midnight
Once again, today is just another day in paradise
Another hello, another sunrise

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One more sad song

I know I'm always depressing
It's annoying, I get it--
but just let me have one more...
One more sad song.
It gets me through, y'know?
After that you can take it
but right now,
I need this.
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99% of the world thinks you’re ugly

1% of the world thinks you're attractive
1% of those people think you're beautiful
10% of THOSE people think you're the love of their life.
That's 77,017 people.
The O2 arena only fits 20,000 people.
Love yourself
Love your imperfections,
You're a rockstar.
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Cold shower in the dark

The water is running, cold.
I see nothing
Just black.
No light, no information;
Stranded within the density of the 4th dimension.
Everything is possible within the nothingness
I don't want to see whatever's coming
If I can't see it, it won't hurt me
I can't see anyway...

It's cold.
Something smells of paint thinner - I can barely breathe
It's so thick.
I feel rushing air on my face; choppy, crisp;
impacting with my face yet skating on my pores
But nothing else.
I've plunged into this and I don't know how deep.
I'm paralyzed, suspended within the absence
No x
or y
No end either;
Well, I'll never know until it comes.
Crying, whimpering, muscles tightened -
clenched.
Freezing, waiting, stomach swirling -
frantically.
I think I'm falling but
I can't even see where from..
--wait,
I'm choking...
The water won't stop,
I c- I can't...
I can't breathe...
Holy fuck,
I'm drowning...
I'M DROWING!!
OH FUCK... FUCK.
FUUUCCKK!!!!


I'M FUCKING DROWING!!!!!!


I CAN'T SEE SHIT!!
HELP!!!! HELP!!!!
HHEEEEEELLLLLP!!!!!!
































































































p l e a s e ...



















































HUH! AWK! GAK!!--

I CAN'T BREATHE...
I CAN'T FUCKING BREATHE...
AH-HAHAHA... Ah-Haha...
AAAAAAAHHHHHHH--












The water is running, cold.
I see nothing,




Just black.

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Light side of the moon

No one ever notices me but I'm there.
Do you know what it feels like to be present but be ignored?
I float - luminous, brighter than stars, high in the air
Yet everyone keeps their heads down towards their phones, towards the floor.

They ignore me only to observe the darkness of the night sky,
But it is I who lights the darkness for them to see it.
They see no value to me because I'm always there,
They'll realise what true darkness really is when I'm gone.


Does anyone even know I'm here?
The sky dims yet I still shine light upon their lives,
I'm still here behind the deep-blue tint of the atmosphere
Yet they act like zombies, wide-eyed to nylon-lit kebab shop signs.

They ignore me only to observe the darkness of the night sky,
But it is I who lights the darkness for them to see it.
They see no value to me because I'm always there,
They'll realise what true darkness really is when I'm gone.


Why does everyone pretend I don't exist?

People yearn towards the day and hide away from the night
They believe the sun is "good" while the moon is "bad".
But at the end of the day we both reflect sunlight
The only difference is, I'm more comfortable dressed in black.