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And with the sweep of a pen I pour out my heart to my closest friend, one who will never judge and always listen. I'm just an agender and asexual high school student who has a strong passion for all forms of writing, from fanfic to poetry to novels. I hope to get some feedback on my work and to assist others, maybe make some new friends if I'm lucky. I look forward to meeting all of you! P.S I like Off.

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Traducciones   12 años

Running out of time, With lives up on the line. See that night sky, Keep breathing air tonight. We've got nothing left to lose, But you have much more to choose. And I'll be here to soothe. All your scars and wounds. Take a deep breath. Remember what's left. #life's precious gift, Your place to live. Your hearts still pounds, And your songs still sound. New #life's all around, And your soul pulls itself out of the ground. With everything at stake, Please, just remember for my sake. No, your scars and soul aren't fake. And your breath is something you need to take.

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    Traducciones   12 años

    You-niverse People like to dig deep inside themselves. They like to immerse their hands into the soil of the soul and unroot all that there is, all the secrets they're hiding from themselves. They love to do this, but are scared when they do. They fear the unknown, what they may find inside. The only certainty in soul searching is the ambiguity of it all. People are scared, bloodcurdlingly terrified of what could lie in the depths of themselves. They fear their own #life, their ocean, their sea of blood, simply because they do not know what the fuck they'll find. They don't even want it. They don't want to learn of their emotional poet, their humble writer, their cowardly child, their valorous warrior. They don't want to be those foreign things. They want to be themselves, and even if they are a writer or a poet or a warrior or a child at heart, they fear that piece of their self because they're constantly putting on the performance of a generic somebody for everybody everyday. They walk down the streets as if they're no one, when they're really Marina Laurel Queens or Jacob Louis McCoy. They're just so fucking terrified of dropping their persona. They've conditioned themselves to believe that they're no one special and that there's nothing more to them than the self that the present to the world when they know very well that there's so much more. They hate themselves. They think they're ugly, that they're annoying, that they're not good enough. They're wrong. They're so fucking wrong. Wrong, wrong, WRONG! They are beautiful, breathtaking, and so blindingly lovely and special. You. I'm talking about you, right here and right fucking now. Look at me. You're a cosmos. You're a world in yourself and you're so damn amazing, but you keep telling yourself that you're just a little speck in the universe. But you ARE a universe! You are not nothing, you are everything! You're an entity! You're perfection, the very definition of awe-inspiring, but you view yourself so often as shit! You've been conditioned by the world and by yourself to believe that you're nothing in a small, pathetic world when that's a bloody lie. You're a universe within a universe of infinite wonders and possibilities! You're a bright star shining in the dark, but you're unable to see yourself so you believe you're nothing. I see you. You're not nothing. You're everything. Don't ever feed yourself those heaping portions of negativity and lies ever again. You are beautiful. You are amazing. You are perfection. Oustanding! Gorgeous! Stunning! Indescribable! You are all of this because you are you. You are all those layers, the poet, the child, the writer, the warrior. Your complexity makes you the most beautiful thing in this huge, blue world we live in. Don't ever, EVER, let anyone, not even you, convince you that you're anything short of glorious ever again.

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    okayyy

    This was a great statement, I was wondering what you meant by we are a universe inside a universe. How can we humans be a whole universe.
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      Traducciones   12 años

      Sleep soundly, Harael. The nighttime beckons you well. Allow the surrounding black to swell. Heed the lessons that silence has to tell.

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        Traducciones   12 años

        Four Days Shy I woke up pretty early. It was hard to sleep, especially after watching Isaac puke like that last night. Mommy and Dad said they had to take Isaac to the hospital. They didn't really tell me why, but I knew it was because he was sick. Mommy called Grammy an asked her to watch me and Danielle. She slept on Mommy and Dad's bed. I thought that was funny. I looked at my Hello Kitty alarm clock. It said 5:25. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I saw the light on in the living room. I crawled out of bed to see what was going on. I walked into the living room and saw Grammy talking to Dad. Dad's truck was on outside. Grammy and Dad looked at me. They looked sad. "What's wrong?" I asked. Dad got on his knees and hugged me. He was crying hard on my shoulder. "Your brother's sick," he said, still crying in my ear. "He has cancer." I just stood there. I didn't hug Dad back. I didn't think Dad could cry. And for some reason, I wanted to laugh. I didn't, though. I knew that was mean. I was sad for Isaac, even though we didn't like each other. He played video games with me, so I guess he was okay. I was pretty sure cancer could hurt him really badly. It wasn't fair, either. It was four days until his birthday. Grammy said we needed to pray for Isaac. I hope he'll be okay.

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          Traducciones   12 años

          Active Belief Capricious Destiny Elegantly Flourish Gigantic Heart Immaculate Justice Kingly Love Melancholic Nights Oppressive Patriarchy Quantitive Rebellion Soulful Takedown Umbra Vanquished Willful Xerophyte Youthful Zion

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