She's far stronger than you think.
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I love you: three deadly words.
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Be careful; she's a delicate butterfly.
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Can't the peace overcome the hate?
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You and I, we are perfect.
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His lips are warm, for now.
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Hold me until dawn's subtle light.
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He's rare, don't loosen your grip.
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Your lethal words aren't welcome here.
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You mean the world to her.
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Use more tact the next time.
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His heart is torn to pieces.
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You only gave her shattered glass.
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He had my heart held captive.
i sleep with a knife
by my
side
so i can slay
the demons
that escape me.
--
i'd rather keep them
inside my
head,
then to unleash terror
upon this
world.
The soul is strong.
The soul is always seeking.
It does not cower in spite of fear.
For that is but the emotional dissonance
Between the heart and the mind.
Where the mind is subjected to bend and break
Through any matter of malevolent or ill will,
Or where the heart is easily starved by negligence...
The soul never dies.
It is loved.
It is cherished.
It is a reminder of who we are.
Our souls are never to be forgotten.
For we are immortal.
Drowning down with the shallow ones,
They have this... darkness... surrounding them;
It gnaws away at their own mind.
No, it drowns their psyche,
Pulling it beneath the silver lined waves;
Coating it in inken armor...
In a vain effort to protect themselves.
These creatures have no reflection;
Resemblant of demons and their ilk,
Unable to look within and battle their own demons,
Lurking inside...
The dark ink pools to form a mirror...
The demonic creature can never look into it,
They're too afraid of their own shadow;
And that is what they've become...
A shade; A simple hue...
A shadow that follows others around, seeking the light that
It really wasn't...
And I know that I can twist this truth as much as I want...
Whenever I'm sober, when I know I can put up that fake plastic smile;
Just a few formal words that burn like acid from a liar's lips!
"Differences in personality, a divergence in ideals..."
Please, fucking, SPARE ME!
Because when I look in this mirror, I know.
When I see myself looking back at me, I know.
Right here, right in front of my own blackened self;
Those eyes that both reflect and stare into my dingy soul.
I was the problem.
I was the instigator.
I was the perpetrator.
And when I had broken every last bit of her,
I was the one, who let it al
You remind me that I'm broken.
You remind me that I'm depressed.
You remind me that I hate myself.
You remind me that sometimes I want to just stop living...
But you know what?
You also remind me...
...That I am unique.
...That I have a gift.
...That I can change the world.
...That I am beautiful.
it's no longer worth a thousand words by Khaimin, literature
Literature
it's no longer worth a thousand words
i took down the pictures; every last
one.
they reminded me too much of the
shapes of my eyes three years
ago, and the way your shoulders
slumped in defeat when you realized the flash was on,
not off.
they reminded me of the books
stacked in towers around our heads, tilting
softly in summer sunlight
drifting through hazy shades of dust, left to pile into
mountains by morning from curious
fingers and a night owl's
howl.
they reminded me of yesterday
and ten yesterdays ago and how
they would never happen again. how even though
we smiled freeze-frame, it never lasted.
everyone wants to think they will
keep themselves forever, and seein