A scream a day keeps the voices away
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Your friendship tastes like apricot candy Soft, squishy, chewy and dandy Thighs thick Wit quick Bonding over jayvik I hooked you on epic A whole new man Call and response kinda getting out of hand I understand you only exist in my head I can't finish this poem
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TW Sexual Objectification My feelings are not a targeted attack. The pain comes from awareness you lack. A singular place where shame still resides: absorbing disgust and letting it slide. Though it made me feel sick. The flick of your wrist. Bad enough that you did it, why make me
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TW Forced Hospitalization I need a blanket burrito Maybe a warm cup of tea A tap or two on my shoulder 'It’ll be okay' you promise me Instead I’m shoved in an ambulance Cops and nurses on either side Injected and shoved in a padded cell
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Gaunt faces blend together Are you really all the same? Those who torture Those who maim Those who never learned restraint I understand you were hurt So what? Actions that seem rehearsed Please just stop Old voices echo in your words I have had enough Images fade along with your
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I am happy and I know it so I clap But what am I supposed to do with mad? I am happy and I know it and I really like to show it But I don’t know what to do when I feel mad I think back on all
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I don’t need flowery language to be misunderstood All I need do is speak to the same dusty old fools
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First I was stressed Now I’m depressed My body craves an ounce of rest But scrolling is what I do best
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TW: idk what to say I'm stating what's happening and it's harrowing Social pressure and politeness demand that I keep my mouth shut, but I've spent long enough playing nice for the morally corrupt. Children are starving to death. Human beings are
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In opening myself up to rejection I’m more terrified of a yes. The gallop in my heart belies danger I can’t put sweet words to the test. It’s easy when you’re being kind. Scrambling for one piece of my mind. Chilled bodies softly intertwine. Gripped by
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Being an only child is begging your parents for a scrap of attention. Play with me! Play with me! Look at what I made! I’ll do better next time, promise! Can you please just stay? Are you mad at me? Oh no. I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet!
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I can see you’re struggling, but you don’t have to hide. There is one sanctuary still, I’ve hidden it deep inside. I know it feels like the world hates you, but it’s pipe smoke through a screen. It has nothing to do with you at all,
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Poisoned blade dripping with hate. Empty words are easy to erase. Glitter bombs and stolen frocks. Don't need evidence to unlock. Secrets you think I actually believe, you're not the first, but still I seethe. Try me bitch. I'm no snitch. Not because I&