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Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
There will never be any bad blood
between those who're marred
by the same
pain
Another one for Vicki.
Those who've been through similar pain have a bond.
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Survived Aug 2018
In the world where everyone want to share
their emotions and feelings to get free from it.

She hugged me and told me "I'm always there to listen to your problems and solve them."
Gale L Mccoy Aug 2018
cherry pick the ripest fruit
to crush under feet
toss the bruised aside
for another to eat

is it kindness to give
what you dont want
to those who would
gladly have it
or is it sweeter to give
what you do want
to those who would
gladly settle for less

what is the quota
of ripe to rot
that should be given
to whom should the
best parts go
perhaps its not on what
but on how

maybe it doesn't matter
when it turns to wine
in the end

maybe all fruit is better
when shared among friends
Lily Jul 2018
When you hurt, a part
Of me experiences
A share of your pain.
Lynnia Jul 2018
Eight is the number we share in years
A quiet plea, she hardly hears
This is where the magic ends
Giggling with her other friends
Eight is the number we share in years
Alone, I’m drowning in my tears.
The climactic ****** of this series.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Naiads of the Spring
Whose dance is hypnotising
Fill the air with laughs

Naiads of the Spring
Sweet and playful, yet so kind
Share beauty of rain
It's raining! Still humid but man, for the first time ever, I am so grateful for the rain!
I'm home and I've got some good news!
Lynnia Jul 2018
Seven’s the number we share in years
Strangled gasps fall on deaf ears
Crying out and brushed aside
You can’t run and you can’t hide
Seven’s the number we share in years
Crumble, crash, succumb to fear.
Lynnia Jul 2018
Five is the number we share in years
I talk out loud, but no one hears
Thinking it’s some kind of game
Left me and they passed the blame
Five is the number we share in years
Friendship isn’t always clear.
Lynnia Jul 2018
Three is the number we share in years
Another joins; she feeds my fears
Duo-plus-one and left behind
Silent smiles—don’t speak your mind!
Three is the number we share in years
Learn to act; exude fake cheer.
The second installment in this epic saga of epicness.
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