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Author: Diana

  • Danielle

    as she sleeps in my bed not using any pillows her warmth in my arms and a blanket i kept when i was a child kiss her good night her smell lingers…

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    Diana

  • Good night, willow

    My one stick willow tree, Ask why I left you on three. I count the time I forgive, Lost the pieces I never receive. My one stick willow tree, I loved you…

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    Diana

  • Hahaha creative block

    creative salt, slowly burning on dusk. crystal dying on amber, how wrath of fate has come. death seeks the truth. my salt, my salt. taste like expiring milk, soaking in maggots.

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    Diana

  • fuck you

    How many times have I cried in front of you begging you to change. You only realized what’s going on until I changed the way I treated you. Tolerance leads to recentment…

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    Diana

  • and i wish

    and i wish i had a healthy brain to process all of this, but i don’t. i want numb myself to cheat my way out and its hard to cry when youre…

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    Diana

  • being the villain

    “I’m tired of being the villain, being the chaotic unlikable character. The unkind, the ungrateful—at this point, do whatever fits your boat. I will not question your choices, your thoughts, your authority…

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    Diana

  • L J

    adults who doesn’t know how to communicate

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    Diana

  • once a friend

    and after all, I’d still wish you well for you are once a friend constantly being misunderstood not belonging like a waste in the oceans, constantly drifting and pulling from the shore…

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    Diana

  • bougainvillea

    If I am being asked of what’s my favorite color, I would say, “a shade of yellow”. But really, it’s the amber rays of the sun before it sets to the west.…

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    Diana