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I Was Her Coffin
I'm sitting on this battered roof, chain-smoking Marlboros and talking to the moon. There is a fiery breeze twirling my skirt, but all I see is a little girl tugging at the hem, mutedly screaming the word "Mommy".  But I couldn't be her mommy, because she is dead. I'm tempted to take off my skirt-to let it feather down and cover this parched city. I still have 13 cigarettes and I won't give up until the taste of you retreats from my lungs. I'm thinking that maybe I can smother it, maybe it will just surrender. As long as it's still present, I can't hate you- I can't hate you for what you did to me. And somehow I know it would ha
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tell my fourteen year old self i said goodbye
dear elise, you will come to realise that even the most beautiful flowers will wilt. in three months rosa’s cheeks won’t be so rosy anymore and you’ll be standing over an urn watering the ashes in the hopes that your sister will grow back without the thorns. she’ll leave them behind, buried in parts of your heart that you never even thought existed and it’ll sting so much you’ll be screaming at family or rather the people you’re supposed to call family to not bring flowers to a flower’s funeral. your sister thought she could hide it behind her petals but she couldn’t and that means you
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Smosh - Always a team (Sad story)
It was sixth grade. Once the school bell rang,Ian sat down at his desk,and Anthony sat down at his desk. The teacher said there was gonna be an assignment. Even though the whole class groaned,Ian smiled a bit. Anthony,though,buried his face in his hands in disappointment. The teacher began giving partners to the students,when finally; "Ian," Ian looked at the teacher,waiting for the rest of the sentence. "You will be assigned with Anthony." The teacher pointed right to Anthony. Anthony lifted his head up and looked at Ian,as well as Ian looked at Anthony. The teacher passed out the papers to everyone,and told the class to get with their pa
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Not feeling quite as cheerful as I should be. No more sugar until I am fixed.
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I
I Was Her Coffin
I'm sitting on this battered roof, chain-smoking Marlboros and talking to the moon. There is a fiery breeze twirling my skirt, but all I see is a little girl tugging at the hem, mutedly screaming the word "Mommy".  But I couldn't be her mommy, because she is dead. I'm tempted to take off my skirt-to let it feather down and cover this parched city. I still have 13 cigarettes and I won't give up until the taste of you retreats from my lungs. I'm thinking that maybe I can smother it, maybe it will just surrender. As long as it's still present, I can't hate you- I can't hate you for what you did to me. And somehow I know it would ha
t
tell my fourteen year old self i said goodbye
dear elise, you will come to realise that even the most beautiful flowers will wilt. in three months rosa’s cheeks won’t be so rosy anymore and you’ll be standing over an urn watering the ashes in the hopes that your sister will grow back without the thorns. she’ll leave them behind, buried in parts of your heart that you never even thought existed and it’ll sting so much you’ll be screaming at family or rather the people you’re supposed to call family to not bring flowers to a flower’s funeral. your sister thought she could hide it behind her petals but she couldn’t and that means you
S
Smosh - Always a team (Sad story)
It was sixth grade. Once the school bell rang,Ian sat down at his desk,and Anthony sat down at his desk. The teacher said there was gonna be an assignment. Even though the whole class groaned,Ian smiled a bit. Anthony,though,buried his face in his hands in disappointment. The teacher began giving partners to the students,when finally; "Ian," Ian looked at the teacher,waiting for the rest of the sentence. "You will be assigned with Anthony." The teacher pointed right to Anthony. Anthony lifted his head up and looked at Ian,as well as Ian looked at Anthony. The teacher passed out the papers to everyone,and told the class to get with their pa
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LionHeart-SPStudent Writer
beautiful. and completely relatable.
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That is the sort of thing that sucks. ;;A;; I had this feeling, but I'd rather suffer it all the time if I could spare everyone else, ya know?

Anyway, thanks for the fav on this. :3
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LionHeart-SPStudent Writer
yeah, i always think putting my friends before my own needs is important

not a problem, it deserves more recognition.
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It is more than just my friends. For me, it is everyone in the world. xD I have this theory that if we could bear each other's pain, it would cease to exist.

(: Thanks
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TheSandHutStudent Traditional Artist
You dont eeeven understand how much i understand this. Soo much love for you right now <3
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Lovely little feeling, huh? "/ I hate it so much. ;;A;; But! Muzi is more manic than depressed, so it is easy for her. :hug: I hope that you have more good days than bad as well.
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TheSandHutStudent Traditional Artist
:> Yush!
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And Hin, this is what crashing is like for me.

I don't give a shit if the rest of them talk bad about me, but when I am like this, I can't think anything but how you are going to suffer from this. I hate it. I hate myself.
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HinfallendHobbyist Writer
...I honestly can't tell you how bad that hurts me that you think I will ever hate you, or how angry I get at myself and the world in general because I can't help you. I get pissed off at your parents for not doing shit for you. I hate that I can't even tell anyone about this because of how afraid we are of their reaction. I didn't want to comment on this piece because it causes seriously mixed emotions for me. I'm glad you shared on what crashing is like for you when I asked, so that is my fault. I'm sad because of the way you think when you crash. I'm angry because I can't do shit. I don't want you to feel guilty for making feel the way I do. It's sort of a lose-lose situation I'm stuck in.

The cotton and bubble-wrap are looking even more appealing, btw :/ And enjoy the disjointed and incoherent comment above ^_^ I blame it on having ovaries
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:hug: I know and I am sorry, and I know how many times I tell you this, it still won't be fair. You do help though. Just being there you help. It isn't like they could help much anyway. "Pop a pill and shut up" is the universal rule of thumb for Therapist, so I'd probably receive the same treatment. Not worth the money. Eh, fuck 'em. As long as we have each other, we'll make it through. I am sorry, eleie. :hug: I need to add the part where I come out of the crash and rather than having to crawl back up, I am bounced halfway to the moon because of you~ Really, if I didn't have you, it would be a million times worse.

xDD It wasn't disjointed, but if I am wrapped in cotton or bubblewrap, I won't be able to type. :3
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HinfallendHobbyist Writer
:huggle: *rolls around on the floor with you* I'm glad I help in some way. I would write back an epically long comment but my brain isn't working and trying to get a handle on anything in my head is like trying to convince a space monkey that the pink hippos are just an effect of the drugs in the banana.

I can leave your arms unwrapped long enough to let you type. :3
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HinfallendHobbyist Writer
^_^ I love you too
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