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In love
Am I so
Am I not
What do I know?
So stupid
So unsure
I want to know
but I don't
I think a lot
But do I think right
I'm sure we are
Likeminded
Would be a cute couple
But I'm so scared
I don't know
Please ask me soon
Before the year's out
Within three thousand people
Seeing each other again
I doubt
Am I so
Am I not
What do I know?
So stupid
So unsure
I want to know
but I don't
I think a lot
But do I think right
I'm sure we are
Likeminded
Would be a cute couple
But I'm so scared
I don't know
Please ask me soon
Before the year's out
Within three thousand people
Seeing each other again
I doubt
Literature
Dying to be Marilyns
Girls hang themselves
with nooses made of numbers
and eyes of airbrushed idols
with society's approval.
They say,
{while choking on pages of Vogue magazine}
"that beauty opens doors
to worlds
we never had the right to".
They say,
"you are beautiful when
your body is thin".
Sex sells,
and so they do.
Trading their souls
for anot
Literature
Lonely.
Ok, so I'm lonely. I get lonely sometimes- most of us do.
It doesn't hurt any more- meaning that I must be 'over it'. Even if I, believe it was a stupid thing to be 'into' in the first place.
It was new to me, to find someone so much like myself- I liked that.
I also liked taking care of you. I liked feeling wanted- needed. I guess, in some strange way, I miss that.
I miss having someone lie next to me, and wrap their arms around me. I miss feeling cared for, loved, important, special, safe.
I only need some company. Someone to stay the night.
Literature
who i am
I am the girl who cried
Because someone stepped on
Her caterpillar she believed could talk
I am the girl who climbed
High up an apple tree
Just to see if she could
I am the girl who colored
a yellow chair purple
Because she thought it would be prettier
I am the girl who stood
Up on the higher bookshelves
Because she knew those books were more interesting
I am the girl
Who means it when she says
She loves you
Who holds her pillow at night
Until she falls asleep
To dream of you
I am the girl who
Hates wearing socks
Because she likes to be able to feel everything around her
I am the girl who never stopped
Dreaming day a
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i totally felt like this... great job!