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I fight for every last word that I write down. I fight to gather fractured sentences and I fight constant writers block. I fight dying pens and crinkled paper and “H” keys that never want to work. I fight rules and busyness t
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I remember when I was young, running into my grandmother's waiting arms, feeling safe and loved, and in the next moment, I am cold and I realize that she has been gone and in the ground for over twenty years. It's at those mo
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You waltz into town in your camouflage clothing, holier than thou, taking charge like you actually give a damn. Months go by and you don’t call your dad and you don’t support your family. When the end is near, you come in and
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Just like that, her life is spent. Her time here, over. Just like that, agony extinguished and another one bites the dust. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, she didn’t live long, we’ll have to adjust. Just like that, her eyes gro
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I go to one sentence.com and I see “I have to choose between anti-depressants and weight loss, when half the reason I’m depressed is because I’m fat.” I feel for her. I know the feeling. I am on anti-depressants while trying
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The day Timmy was born, Seven years ago, was a day of joy that resurrected from sadness like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Little boy, almost lost, almost gone, beat the odds, heart beat strengthened, until the doctors kne
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Sometimes I wonder if my memories of important people and events are actually my real memories, or if they are regurgitations from what I have seen in photos or heard in stories. When I talked to my mom, I realized that in so
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Many children feel as if the trusted adults in their life are infallible, and at some point while growing up and growing wiser, they discover that the adults that once stood flawless, strong and sometimes superhuman are just
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She would have been twenty-five; She could have been a mom. After all, she wasn’t always careful in that area. She’d most likely still be addicted that helped her to numb the past. Praying, heroin, church, methadone, morphine
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It had been some time since I had talked to her. It had been almost as long since I had let myself even think about her and all the turmoil that seemed to follow on her heels. Even so, when the call came, I wondered why I was
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It has been 19 months since the day you let us all behind. It has been 19 months since you decided that you were not meant for this place. It has been 19 months since your love of “Harold and Maude” became not a favorite movi
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I am so exhausted. My eyes want to close, my body, to lie down, my brain, to quiet. None of this will happen though, because I did not take my meds. My brain will not allow me to sleep. Whenever I get close to sleep, my brain
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April Fool’s Day never did much for me, I never really understood the point of tricking people. I mean, A) It’s cruel and mean. it’s obvious to a fault, I mean, it’s the day EVERYONE trys
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Holy mother, virgin saint,
by AimeeMarie
30 lines, 13 comments,
on Jan 3 3:54 PM 2007. In Sad, Other, Spiritual, Society, Angst, Life, Thoughts, Depression, Death, Loss
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I lay over puddles, so your feet won’t get wet.
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by AimeeMarie
27 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 3 3:30 PM 2007. In Adult, Angst, Dark, Life, Love, Other, Personal, Sad, Society, Thoughts, Depression
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Hippie Girl with bright green eyes
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“… but I really do love you”, she adds like she knows I’ve started to doubt
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It’s a sin to kill a mockingbird, what harm to they cause you?
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I stand for loyalty, I stand for love, I stand for two, who fit like a glove.
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I remember, so long ago, Us sitting in your car.
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Scared that you’ll leave me (the best thing in my life)
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We pulled out some blankets, A 100 foot extension cord,
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I’d give you my heart completely
by AimeeMarie
7 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 3 2:17 PM 2007
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I smile wondering, late night talks
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A sacred thought, a tender kiss,
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Hands Short stubby fingers,
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I am Aimée, I’m fun and I’m sassy, I come across cheesy and I’m not very classy.
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She’s fat and sloppy and lazy and blunt, but on the inside she’s scared.
by AimeeMarie
13 lines, 1 comment,
on Dec 21 6:51 PM 2006
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I remember
Knees caked with dirt
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I love bright days,
Where the clouds make,
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You'll probably never go to jail, never have to post a bail.
You'll probably keep your wife and kids, and get well wishes in the mail.
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Rough, calloused hands
run over two delicate mounds of flesh
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