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"I hate you."
Just ignore them.
They're just words.
Words can never hurt me.
"I hate you."
They're just words.
They can't hurt me.
Why do I feel this pain?
"I hate you."
They can't hurt me.
Why do I feel this pain?
Why do the tears keep falling?
"I hate you."
Just three little words.
Why do they hurt so much?
They're just words.
Just words.
Just ignore them.
They're just words.
Words can never hurt me.
"I hate you."
They're just words.
They can't hurt me.
Why do I feel this pain?
"I hate you."
They can't hurt me.
Why do I feel this pain?
Why do the tears keep falling?
"I hate you."
Just three little words.
Why do they hurt so much?
They're just words.
Just words.
Literature
Bitter Tears
Bitter Tears
It's like watching life from a window,
Thinking that you can turn away,
When you don't want to watch anymore,
And bitter tears run down your face
Everything goes by...so slowly,
Every detail imprinted on your mind,
All the things you see before you,
And everything that you've left behind
The clock moves forward...it unwinds
What do you do...
When bitter tears are all thats left to you?
Do you look foward or step back,
Missing everything you lack,
Or do you cry bitter tears,
Always?
They say that life is like an open book,
That most people just can't read
I look through the pages,
And I don't like what I see
Literature
It Feels Good to Love
Disrespectful mutilation
Manipulated masturbation
Semi-conscious, lying words
And selfish, wounding, hot impatience
You wouldn't know love if it spit in your face
If it broke both your legs to put you back in your place
The only love you know is pink-plastic fake
It moves the way you want because you gave it it's shape
It feels good to love but better to control
With muscles blue and irises gold
Strong in body but stronger in mind
With words like that you'll have her in no time
Literature
missing.
i remember how you found me digging through boxes in my closet one day.
'what're you looking for?' you asked.
'i'm not sure,' i replied.
you looked at me, confused. 'you don't know what you're looking for?' you asked. i only shook my head.
because i never know what's missing or what i'm looking for; only that something is lost. misplaced.
but maybe the only thing misplaced is me.
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'what do you think of yourself?' you asked me the next day.
'what do you mean?' i replied.
'i mean,' you paused for a moment. 'how do you see yourself?'
a telephone was ringing on the t.v. in the silence that dragged on. you turned away from me, and i cou
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I really like this, and the repetition works very well to get your feelings across.
Don't be sad!!
Don't be sad!!