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You call it Judgement, We call it Sin

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Published: December 31, 2012
Emily needs the words to understand that she isn't being unreasonable. She just wants them to mean something and not be a string of words which flows into itself over and over again.

She doesn't like her name either. Not because Emily isn't a pretty name but because she would rather be called something she feels like. (She has never quite forgiven her parents for choosing her name for her.) If she could, she would call herself Glass, because that is what she wakes up feeling like every morning. As if crystallised pieces of glass are edible and her insides tingle as she swallows them whole.

Emily lets the words call her names sometimes. She writes them on her knees so that she can remember them. Sometimes the words call her a whore, and sometimes stupid, and sometimes a loser and sometimes a tramp (She has never learnt that loving too much is a crime and boys with pretty eyes sometimes lie.). She sits in the bathroom with a pen the colour of blood and writes them carefully so that the next day's shower can't wash them away completely.

Emily is like Glass. She likes the way the words cut into her skin and leave their impressions on her heart. People have slipped and let her fall again and again. But she still wakes up in the morning and superglues herself back together.

The trouble with superglue is you will always see the cracks (Because we all know that broken glass can never ever really be whole again.)
Looking forwards and looking back.

Sometimes our pasts come back to haunt us. Sometimes they never ever leave.

It's all right to be broken sometimes...even if everyone else tells you it is not.
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threddStudent General Artist
this is powerful because it is so unbelievably tender.  "words i would and have told others with sincerity but could never imagine having for myself - even when there were a few people actually saying them over the years".  thank you.
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MintyMintaminHobbyist Writer
. . .it is all right to be broken, for it gives you a reason to rise , and take a stand.
Don't try to fix every little crack or chip. We are all not whole,
And those missing pieces make us who we are.
We are all broken, on the inside. Some of us are delusional.
Some of us just give in to the grief, to the sorrow and pain.
It doesn't matter if you dwell in it a bit.
Everyone has to eventually.
But don't stay in it for more than you "need" to.
It will turn your silver into tin, making feel unimportant,
An abomination, a mutant, a loser and a fraud.
So, stay in for as long as you need.
I'll be here when you want out. . .
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confidenceAliveHobbyist Writer
This is absolutely beautiful. I'm a little unsure how the title melds in with it--it's a fantastic title I just haven't seen exactly how you meant it to relate to the body. You're right down my alley with this one though! If you haven't seen it, you might be interested in my short story, Tears, [link]

Again, great work ((:
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UntamedUnwantedHobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for sharing. I will be reading your story shortly. :)
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confidenceAliveHobbyist Writer
Ah, the pleasure of reading was all mine :)
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Kailani-eStudent Traditional Artist
Beautiful. It is sadder still when the cracks are hidden and repair cannot even find them...
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UntamedUnwantedHobbyist Writer
Thank you so much! :)
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Kailani-eStudent Traditional Artist
^_^ You're welcome!
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UntamedUnwantedHobbyist Writer
beautiful! :)
IntraSect's avatar
In the forest seen: splintered, fallen trees (not like recent dreams).

Edges not redeemed picking at frayed seams tread lightly, indeed.

These circles lead back where you have been.
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PurpleObsessedNinjaHobbyist General Artist
I like the similes you use :)
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UntamedUnwantedHobbyist Writer
thank you!!
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PurpleObsessedNinjaHobbyist General Artist
your welcome :) how've you been?
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HarukaMoonStudent Writer
The words just flow and reach into my soul. Very relatable and wonderful poem.
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UntamedUnwantedHobbyist Writer
Thank you so much for reading this. :)
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HarukaMoonStudent Writer
You're very welcome
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mintybreezeStudent Traditional Artist
But the cracks in the glass is what makes it beautiful is it not? The cracks form patterns like endless waves, the past haunts us in a thousand ways... but I think that is what makes us so perfectly imperfect.:)
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Loki-DokieHobbyist General Artist
Awkwardly enough my name's Emily and I can relate because I used to feel like this sometimes :'D Good job, though! :)
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UntamedUnwantedHobbyist Writer
Awww...thank you so much for liking this. I wish I could ease your pain. :(
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Loki-DokieHobbyist General Artist
Thanks :) Oh don't worry! It was a LONG time ago, I'm over it now X3
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shards of glass can be melted down and made into a whole new creation altogether.
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Blissful-Day-DreamerStudent Writer
I fear there may be problems though, when no one else can see the cracks..

Haunting, but there is the ring of truth to it.
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