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Take my word for it and don't make fun of the sunflowers who chose to face away from the sun because it isn't that easy I'm fighting the sun rays, but my cornea is getting burned most of the time and it's really as painful as it sounds (Sometimes I tell myself otherwise, but it's really hard to believe that when I'm bawling and screaming in the car on the way home and then do my homework five minutes after like it's perfectly normal) I wish that my hands didn't shake (or have pills shaken into them), and I wish that I didn't have to choose colors I won't sweat into, I wish that I didn't have to dig my nails into my thighs to stop crying, a

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Letting Go by WindFragments, literature

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Letting Go

They're gone, but mornings on the beach are calming still - with the rush of wind in my hair and the taste of sea salt on my lips, I breathe in and out again My face is basked by soft sunlight, the clouds drift by in the blue sky, and my heart feels so full, but when my fingertips reach for their hands, I find that they aren't there anymore and so I let the emptiness wash over me as I stumble onward through the sand We're growing older day by day as the waves crash onto the shore and sometimes we must go in different directions, different places, different destinations with our wide eyes bright and looking forward at the sunrise laid out

Growing Up by WindFragments, literature

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Growing Up

I accidentally got a paper cut again, and I simply looked at the red smeared across the paper absentmindedly because my blood is always just as red as the last time I saw it and it's getting boring honestly It's too predictable So don't ask me how to survive life - I'm still not quite sure how I'm doing it or if I'm even surviving at all All I know is that if you throw up in the bathroom or suffocate I'm sure nobody will notice if you just make sure to wipe the tears off your face and slap your cheeks so you can walk out of there with a smile, always with a smile You know, we're adults, but we can't really make our own choices You thin

Rose Thorns by WindFragments, literature

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Rose Thorns

These days, I am busy picking rose thorns out of my skin (Why? Well, some days, you look into the mirror and think that if you become a rose you will be safe and loved, until you realize that's a stupid idea) I do not have time for that love anymore I want to laugh and cry and be frustrated and tired when I want to Being a rose is pretty, but I am most comfortable in my own skin

Textbook Definitions by WindFragments, literature

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Textbook Definitions

They dissected us until we were nothing but textbook definitions They pinned our hearts down, separating our nerves and bones on the crumpled pages, reading and rereading the words and when we said metaphors, they wrote them down in their notebooks absentmindedly "The green light stands for moving forward." "Blue curtains are a symbol that the person living in the room is sad." "If they have lines on their wrists it means that the people want to die." Memorize, memorize, memorize (And there's the repetition) But I don't want to just be a textbook definition I want these to be more than just words I don't know where they went wrong, bec

You Haven't Changed At All by WindFragments, literature

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You Haven't Changed At All

"You're who? The boy who sat next to me in high school?" My voice could hardly be heard over the yelling of drunk people and the music pounding in our ears and my head was beginning to hurt as the memories rushed back "You've changed," he yelled, scanning me up and down while gesturing to the shot in my hand and the people hanging off my shoulders and whining that they need to vomit I want to throw up too I wonder if this boy remembers the hit and run incident in which he killed my dreams and left them to rot while I could only just stand there without even a sound coming out of my mouth If he did remember, I don't think he would dare

The Sun Is Bright by WindFragments, literature

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The Sun Is Bright

3. Sadness is heavy like the weight of the sun, like the gravity of a million stars pulling you under It hangs off your shoulders and holds you down from looking up at the sky and so you can't tell if the sun is really there or not But even if you could look up, you wouldn't try because you're pretty sure the sun isn't there anymore 2. One day you look up and realize the sun is still there, and it's strange that it shines just as bright as it did before like nothing ever happened You're blue, but you live anyway and eat and sleep and laugh and talk and work and breathe just as you did before And sometimes, just sometimes you remember som

I Am Not In Love by WindFragments, literature

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I Am Not In Love

I am not in love I tape up glow in the dark stars on my walls and pretend my bedroom is a universe and that everything inside it is a little solar system It's a pretty thought that one day I could be the thing that someone revolves around, but what a scary thought it is to have someone at the center of your universe that could disappear at any second At times like this, I really wish the city wasn't so noisy with fire trucks and 'I love you's' and drunk yelling I am not in love I put my hands over my ears and press down hard, but this racing heartbeat still doesn't go away I am not in love, but I dream of making you laugh and going to

. by WindFragments, literature

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"I love you." "That's a lie." He laughed as I pushed his head away from the bruises on my neck and said, "But isn't this what love is? a way to keep from being lonely for just a little while." I could hear a couple arguing loudly a few of doors down as I slipped my t-shirt over my head and stumbled to the door clutching my jacket A door slammed shut in the hallway as an angry woman stomped past and as I was closing the door, I clearly heard him mumble something from the bed sheets "If you're waiting for a fairy tale, you'll be waiting for the rest of your life."

Just Dreaming by WindFragments, literature

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