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she was 12,
of course no one believed her.
she was 12,
of course she was blamed.
she was 12,
of course she thinks its her fault.
she was 12,
of course they laughed at her when she opened up about it.
she was 12,
of course she thought it was love.
she was 12,
of course it was the clothes.
she was 12,
of course she couldn't press charges.
she was 12,
of course it still haunts her.
she was 12,
of course she's disgusted by her self.
she was 12,
of course she wasn't taken seriously.
she was 12.
 Dec 2024 Hawley Anne
Traveler
I try not to believe in things.
Instead, I observed things with no preconceived judgement.

I believe my truck could still be in the garage where I parked it.

I believe there’s a ghost of a chance that anyone can avoid betrayal.

I believe in the end it doesn’t even matter.

I believe when ignorance ends knowledge begins.
Traveler 🧳 Tim
 Dec 2024 Hawley Anne
lizie
there’s a guilt i can’t explain,
an ache without a name,
like i’m sorry for something
i never became.
Santa Claus is a spirit
He comes to those who believe
The only thing about being a spirit
Is you have to use people
To do things in this world
That's why he gets people
To bring the gifts that you want
But you have to believe
Written for Marley when she was only 8 years old and her classmates laughed at her for still believing in Santa.
 Nov 2024 Hawley Anne
Chloe Haas
That girl sitting there
is a beautiful tragedy
her mind is an aghast
her body
is her grave
her bones
ache
while her throat is being strangled
whats wrong with her mind
cant ever be untangled.
she,
is a beautiful tragedy
I do not write of sunsets,
Those farewells of weary days.

I will not speak again of forests
Or golden sunlit glades.

I have said my piece on oceans.
Brokered peace among the flame.

I have walked many an idyllic garden
To find each flower's scent the same.

At times the grass appears the greener,
A feature of how light strikes the blade.

The sabre seems as great a teacher
In the sunshine as the shade.

So I shall write again no more of sunsets
Those farewells of weary days.

I lay down arms against the evening.

To the dreaming

I cast my gaze.
 May 2024 Hawley Anne
Bea Rae
How could I forget

Being blamed for his abuse

When I spoke of it
 Feb 2024 Hawley Anne
Traveler
Dear friends, I miss you all!

I am no longer online to be snagged by lure,
AI no longer has a spell on me.
Deep in nature is where I seek my cures,
off the grid I'm finally free.

.
Traveler Tim
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