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 Aug 2014 LS
ASB
you only live once
 Aug 2014 LS
ASB
we are told to live every moment
like it is our last.
it's a nice idea, really,
but most of us try to just
get through the day,
to continue getting up
each morning, and
remind ourselves
to keep breathing.
there are but few moments
we live in, and for.
life is a ******* mess,
it is chaos and tragedy
and although it has
its beauty and its blessings
it is most of all
utterly unfair
and entirely pointless.
"you only live once",
they say.
yes;
and thank the gods for that.
 Aug 2014 LS
Morgan
i drank a bottle of wine in bed/that does not make me romantic/i slept for sixteen hours today and i am still so ******* tired/i drove around my neighborhood chain smoking with burning eyes/i stood in my swimming pool and starred at the sky and wondered if i was losing my ******* mind/i am not peacefully sad;there is no such thing/i moved to a city where i thought id finally get to know me/i ran home bandaged and shaking five months later/i keep swearing to myself im gonna get better/i used to believe me/but i dont know how to anymore/my pain is not a ******* trend
 Jul 2014 LS
fdg
your ******* ******* hips
i'll never sleep
because thinking of you
keeps me licking my lips
 Jul 2014 LS
Life
A girl with arms and legs
A brain
A liver
A heart
 
A broken one
The liver I mean,
Not the heart!
Lost, but never in-pieces
 
She doesn't personally own one,
Or she does, it was stolen you see
The one she has now, she loaned
Just until she finds her own!
 
Though the time she uses to pay back her loan
Is time away from finding the stolen core
She pays through her liver
And her innocence
 
Speculating where her heart actually went
She gradually rewinds her life
To see when it disappeared
 
Maybe it was beaten out of her by her father,
Or flushed out when she put her finger in her throat.
Maybe she left it with her virginity,
Or she threw it away with her dignity?
 Jul 2014 LS
Chloe
3am suicide calls
 Jul 2014 LS
Chloe
Being thin
is not going
to fix you,
because no matter
the number
on the scale,
you will still
call me at 3am,
begging for a
reason to live.
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