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She's got a smile
that'll charm you into anything.
Hair as shiny as a raven's wing
and skin clear as crystal.
Why can't I be like her?
Her grades are high,
talents endless.
She's got the voice of an angel.
Why can't I be like her?
She's got her thumb on success
with a guaranteed full ride.
Clubs and people skills are her thing.
Why can't I be like her?
She's comfortable with herself.
There is no picking at her image in the mirror,
or overanalyzing,
or wondering why she's not good enough.
She's got everything and more.
Why can't I be like her
that'll charm you into anything.
Hair as shiny as a raven's wing
and skin clear as crystal.
Why can't I be like her?
Her grades are high,
talents endless.
She's got the voice of an angel.
Why can't I be like her?
She's got her thumb on success
with a guaranteed full ride.
Clubs and people skills are her thing.
Why can't I be like her?
She's comfortable with herself.
There is no picking at her image in the mirror,
or overanalyzing,
or wondering why she's not good enough.
She's got everything and more.
Why can't I be like her
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Gone
It's like a punch in my gut
A hole in my throat
Cotton in my head
I can't seem to accept the reality
I see your grave
I sit in your empty chair
Watch as your room became just a memory
The old photos of us smiling
The memories of us laughing
The old songs we used to sing
It both haunts and comforts me
Life has never been easy
But now it'll be so much harder
Time became my enemy
Fooling me into believing I had so much more
Just turn the clock back
Rewind the tapes of those happy memories once more
Come back to me
Tell me it'll all be ok.
But there's a sting in my heart
And it reminds me you're gone
I know this pain will be with me always
How co
Literature
Caution: War Zone
The ammo, thoughts
The artillery, our fists.
He said, she said
We said, they.
Our swords are drawn for battle
Our notions, preconceived.
We bear ill will for all that we believe
Nothing is solved.
We'll hang for any crime
The true offender runs free.
We weep for the sins of others
As we too commit them.
Our darkest days
The ones our eyes shine the brightest.
This is a war zone
And no one is innocent.
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Feelings
I hesitantly sat in the chair next to his hospital bed. I felt somewhat responsible for him being in the state he was in. I knew I wasn’t, but the feeling was something that I couldn’t help. He’d gotten into another street fight. He had been greatly outnumbered and unarmed. I bit back a violent curse. The doctor told me he would wake up soon and make a full recovery. Despite the reassurance, worry gnawed at my conscious.
My thoughts began to wander as I glanced around the small room. It seemed as if I was one of his first visitors. I counted myself lucky, seeing as most of his friends and family likely knew about his con
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yea, it's a "woe is me" poem. get over it.
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love it. explains how a lot of us girls and women feel.