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My Life's SongMy Life's Song2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Play a song.
This song that
No matter
Other's thoughts
your pained soul
Sings along
to the dark.
Play a song.
the song that
no matter
how dark you
are in soul
it keeps you
alive one
more dead day.
Sing a song
Play a song
This song is
your life's song.
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Be YourselfMaybe im not like you i maybe dress differently.Be Yourself2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm totally self-confident,Ill smile for all to see.
I dont spend hours on my make-up's mask
and i don't look myself in the mirror for hours and hours.
I know Im not perfect,I'm sure you will all agree.
Because the great thing Is that I am happy, with just being me
and not hiding who i want to be.
Summertime SuicideSummertime SuicideSummertime Suicide2 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Her P.O.V
I walked and picked up the paper, knife in one hand. I sat at the bedside table and picked up a feathered pen and neatly scripted the words...
I will be dead by the time that you read this.
I love you
I sealed the note inside an envelope and left it beside my bed. Blood dripping from my palm.
Still grasping the knife, I tiptoed to the cellar and stood in the cold dark for hours until darkness came, until he came.
His P.O.V
I came home and the house was silent, as opposed to my welcoming and open arms. I went upstairs and crept across the dark hallway and saw the letter beside her bed.
I feared the worst
Sta.sh
