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over and over by smiles4angels, literature

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over and over

i love you. i love you. i love you i will repeat these until these very words, i. love. you... become imprinted into every neuron of my mind. i love you. i love you. i love you. like a last song syndrome, played over and over until the rhythm becomes in harmony with the beating of my heart. i love you. i love you. i love you. until every syllable, every consonant, every vowel resonates in the cavities of my lungs. i love you. i love you. i love you. until you hear my very thoughts i love you. i love you. until there's no more doubt. i love you... until it hurts no more...

chances and choices by smiles4angels, literature

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chances and choices

this is a thank you note for you my unlikely friend, unlikely confidant, my unlikely ally. perhaps it was by chance we've met, that by chance, the winds of fate carried the echoes of my silent plea for help... but it wasn't by chance, but by choice that you listened to a stranger's story of woe. it wasn't by chance, but by choice that you carried my burden for me, just for a while. not by chance but by choice... and even just for a while, i was able to stand tall. for that unburdened moment, i was able to see my horizon for just a fragment of time, i was able to see not layers and layers of pavement but a wonderful world...

it says it all by smiles4angels, literature

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it says it all

sigh. it echoes ever so often it could power the windmills running through my mind. sigh. the only sound i could make for the many thoughts that's playing over and over and over. and sigh is the only one that could summarize everything. every bit of unfinished phrase. every bit of unwanted thoughts. every bit of confusing emotions. its the many thoughts that are clamoring for attention. pick me.pick me. as if i need to be reminded of my indecision. and sigh is all i could say. and if silence meant they understood what i said. silence was the music i could dance with for just one moment. a reprieve from the onslaught of thoughts that fuels my

paralyzed by smiles4angels, literature

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paralyzed

beat-beat-beat, i tried to urge my heart as its starts to pace with its own rhythm battered and bruised with patches desensitized unoxygenated by the lungs that used to breathe for me many sighs escape my mouth as it seems much better than holding my breath for you for the lumps of memories that i can't let go chokes me up and slowly deprives the rest of me of air and my heart --- what used to be my heart --- sends turmoil into my brain, an emboli of emotions a collision of sense and stupidity, of reality and illusion... of the past and the present. and the areas of grey cuts off from the system that once functioned as one... and

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Nonexistence

I pray to a God I have never seen, who lives in a world that has never been, to save my heart that has never felt, from eternity's failures, eternity's guilt. My feet step on grounds no men stepped before, my lips taste the poison, bitter and sore, yet it does not kill me, does that mean, that I am immortal, or that I've never been? I pray to a God that may not exist, while the iron shackle tears up my wrist, to tell me the difference of being and not, to show me the memories that I forgot. My mind flies to places nobody has reached, to learn that the stars are nothing but bleached, spots on the dark, they're not even light,

A cupboard full of dreams by Only-L, literature

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A cupboard full of dreams

A cupboard full of dreams is all that’s left in my kitchen. You took sugar, salt and spice and left me monsters, castles and knights to cook our meals with. Can’t you see this isn’t enough? You say you’ll be paid some day, and till then, we’ll survive, somehow. But the cupboard is empty to all but us, and to me, its contents are fading. You built good dreams they lasted longer than all the others. What kind of preservatives did you use? I bet it was sugar and lemon and love. You knew that this way, I’d never get enough.

he loves me not. by papergirl88, literature

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he loves me not.

i count the petals on the daisy ahead of time ( just to make sure ) i don't want an answer to a question. i want a statement an affirmation of a truth i've told myself a thousand times since he left. i'm done with false hope and false assurances. i'm done with sitting up at night

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smiles4angels

May 28, 2010

choices

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Should I say goodbye, or just merely disappear. I wonder if this heart tug I am feeling will be not just be felt by me. Will someone walk around missing my presence or even my shadow? Will someone feel a lump in their throat if something triggers a memory of me? Will they even think of me will they even miss me? In years after our paths have crossed will they even walk around a small hole in their heart that I once occupied? Or was I just some passing stranger? Or was I just another person? Will they think that their lives have been better if I haven't met them? Will I even be significant enough to them that I could occupy that tiny bi

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smiles4angels

May 13, 2010

12 days - Day 1

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I've heard it somewhere that it takes 12 days to break a habit. So here's day one of my journey to breaking a habit. I've been so addicted I planned my day around my habit, so much so that I almost ignore other things. I has become a vice... and I hope to find it in my heart to un-learn what I've been doing... "my new years resolution didn't last long i tried to quit you i suffered withdrawals now i didn't plan this oh i want you to know im just breaking bad habits you're the first one to go..." -=Amy Kuney=-

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smiles4angels

May 2, 2010

Firsts

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I don't know where to start telling you the ache that I am holding now. I feel my heart trying to rip out my skin and my ribs holding it back. Its my first. As far as I could remember, I haven't been so much in this situation before. I've fallen into a trap of my own making. I've willingly dug myself in too deep that now that I have to move on I feel my feet frozen encased in a cement of memories. It started as a journey of searching my self and instead I discovered a friend. You're my first. Friend of with the XY chromosome. Not that I haven't had ones before you. Its just that you are the one who've walked with me and showed me places that