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Live with me sister dearMy dear sister.
Listen as the trees whisper.
Feel the sun warm your skin.
Let it fill your empty soul.
Bring up a smile for me.
Whipe away those tears and be happy.
Be glad for what the life has to offer.
Float in the azur blue skies as the fluffy white clouds bear.
We shall rest in peace on endless fields.
Rolling and laughing in the soft grass.
Try out all the different apples.
Watch the time pass.
Set free your angst and your worries.
Let me place flowers in your hair.
We shall live for the feast tonight.
If it so will be our last.
Let us dance among the colourful leafes of autumn.
Spin is the crisp swirls of the soft wind
None of her concernThe perfect human is...
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I was born this way.
Don't take my pride away.
Put it down bitch.
I'm not crawling in the ditch.
This is the way I live.
Yes, of course I'm living I'm freaking alive!
What I do is none of your concern.
Just hold it back don't be so stern.
About what you think why would I care?
Insult me, well my friends won't make you dare!
I've got support what do you got?
Are you getting a little angry, your face growing hot?
When it comes to the point who do you think they choose?
I think I'll win and you're going to loose.
'Cause in the end my bad friend.
That soundWalls are gray and cold like stone.
The air is thick and hard to breath.
Your heart beats turn rapid.
Gleaming in the weak light of luminous lamps.
They look so mean and real.
Metallic surface of the tables.
The floor is solid but slippery.
You have to wear shoes.
To many bad memories.
Frightening flashes before your eyes.
Blade, cut, blood.
Silent pain as your arms slices up.
Liquid red against shiny contrast.
Spoiled tears spilling heavily.
Feeling like your head should explode.
Legs and arms coloured nauseous green.
The waiting gameWaking up in the same old bed.
Getting ready for school like I've always did.
Breakfast tastes nothing anymore.
Weather's cold and gray.
No different in my cloth style.
Everything's the same-
Take of to school.
Biking, the same way I always do.
The same building.
The same jerks.
The same shit.
Getting home again is just a part of the progress.
What I've been taught it's suppose to be like.
Pack up my stuff.
Do my homework if any.
Make sure to do the exercise today too.
Nothing on my body seems to change either.
Make it through the dinner.
Mom's probably angry as usual.
She is mostly at her Mondays.
Brush my te
Do you know the taste of the universe?One day, when you’re five years old and made out of fractured sunlight and mirror shards, you sat down on the bench of the MAX train. You’re dressed in your winter coat and boots that are too big and one of your parents has pulled your hat too close over your ears.
You’re sitting next to your mother, and on the other side is a man that smells like loneliness, something that you’ll later know as cigarettes and alcohol and homelessness. He’s crying quietly into the top of his jacket and you’re scared to look because you’ve never seen an adult cry.
The train ride goes on for five minutes, which is a lo
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More