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 Sep 2014 pussy plugger 3000
Rj
In speech today we had to write about the perceptions of ourselves
I knew we would not read all of the,m out loud,
So I filled the list of words that described me
More than half were self hatful words, I've always thought of myself
Last night someone told me they cut themselves,
I hope they never do it again, because it's a terrible thing,
I would know because  I had cut myself right before her text
Seeing her text snapped me out of it, which made me hate myself even more
Why? People ask, do people cut themselves?
It is a pain to distract from the pain one is enduring at the moment
However, it is only temporary, leaving behind ugly scars
It's simple to do, especially with a pocket knife in your desk
I'm a terrible person
I didn't tell her because I wanted to help her and listen fully to her problems. Sorry I didn't mention I had done it too
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You wrote in a book
That I will again stand up
After my death,
Where there will no sigh to fly on the autumn air

And you told me
That she will smile again
Where there will be a captivated full moon that will play with her rectangular eyes

And there will be played a long summer
That should be risen again in a mystical sweeten,
As the kissed when my love was just only sixteen

Again you said to me
After death, her beauty will never die
Where there will be a lovely haven on her lips
And her simple kiss that I will be missed through a thousand of years long

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Love is immortal.........
Life is like dark chocolate;
Rich if you appreciate it,
Bitter if you don't
You stripped me of my innocence.
Yours were the first lips
To press passion onto my stunted ****.
My body bruised by your touch,
Your forked tongue hissed through gritted teeth,
Caress me, as your hands rattle
With anger, desire.
Testosterone fulled triggers
Blew holes into my anatomy,
Ripping apart my flesh.
Now I tie stitches where skin should be,
I'm bleeding out my purity.
Drip,
       Drip,
               Drip.
The beads of sweat, roll downwards,
Trickling off your looming armour.
They dance with the oceans in my eyes.
Itching spiders romance with the bones
Upon my empty corpse.
Hollow reeking mass,
Devoured by play pretend.
Love lead way to self devouring devotion,
We play on ties with lit matchsticks.
Broken, singed strings,
Where my innocence should lie.
I swore an oath and
I took it seriously,
As though the very act of
Reciting the words
I had fervently memorized
Could etch them forever
Into the very fibers of my heart.
And every subsequent articulation
Of those specific words
Served only to pluck again
At the heartstrings
That had been vowed,
And the oath was sworn again.

There came a moment, however,
When the foundation of the oath
Was shaken and rattled,
When the purpose for its existence
Was haphazardly cast aside,
And in the blink of an eye,
My oath was compromised.

For the first time in my life,
I let my oath die.
I let my words come to naught
And my name became associated with
"Promise-breaker."

I promised to love you.
And I tried to keep that promise
Even though you had long ago
Chosen to walk away,
But I have to confess,
I can't keep my promise anymore.

Because of the inevitable pain,
There's only one oath I can now make:
I promise to never make another promise.
tears belong to the heart broken
who would deliberately break-anything;
Man there is a lot of 'wierdos'
out stalking
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