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The LieHow could you be so thoughtless and cruel?
Making me believe that we were cool?
You asked for forgiveness for how you treated me
And I gave it to you, but how could I not see?
You never meant a word you said
And continued to treat me like I was dead
All the while I was so blind
Happily living as you left me behind
Making me feel foolish for forgiving you
Believing your apology was genuine and true
Giving you the benefit of the doubt
Only to have you rip my bleeding heart out
Some friendship we have, so full of hate
What did I ever do to deserve such a fate?
To be left looking in from the outside
Just because you can't get past
Cutting the Strings
All my life, people have been telling me what to do. When you're little, you don't question it. It's how you grow and learn how to become an adult. It's how you learn how to survive in the world; how you learn who you want to become. And it's great of them to be so kind as to show me those things. I appreciate all the things that they can teach me to make me a better person. But at some point they also have to learn something: how to let me go.
But I guess that's the hardest thing they ever have to do especially between blood relations. Because my family seems to have a big problem doing so. They still try to tell me what to do; control
People deal with anger in different ways. Most people have the urge to talk about it or just punch something or someone until said person felt better. Me, I say nothing and plaster on that all too familiar smile that everyone never sees me without. All that anger and frustration just stays inside of me until it results in an uncharacteristic act such as punching an inanimate object (I can't seem to force myself to punch a living person outside of play) or lashing out in an explosive manner. Is it safe and healthy to do that? No. Is that the only way I can deal with my emotions? Yes.
The way I see it, people have their own problems with
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
A Reason to LiveIf only she had the guts to actually do it, to just leap among the cold waves and sink in death among the fish. She breathed in the smell and taste of saltwater, and water sprays hit her face, neck, and chest. She shivered slightly in the breeze from the waves, but she wasn’t really bothered by the chill. What weighed on her mind was something much deeper than the weather.
A pang of apprehension penetrated her heart as she envisioned her body being plunged into the water and weighted down by the strong waves. She thought about what it would be like to gulp in mouthful after mouthful of water, choking and never feeling any relief, b
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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