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Lyle
dig
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Lyle
dig
fingernails dig
into my skin
just to feel
something
my brain is overwhelmed
too much at once
fingernails dig
into my skin
trying to tell myself
to take a breath
but I can't
and my fingernails
cause blood
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lizie
the hurt
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lizie
i slide the blade
s l o w l y
across my pale, soft skin.
it burns,
i don’t smile.
but it’s satisfying to watch
the blood pool in beads.
it hurts.
but it doesn’t hurt as much
as the pain i caused you today.
so i do it again.
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Val
Yesterday, in the afternoon i back tired,
  I slept then i wake up late
The time passed . and i am reflection in a black sky,  the white moon Is completed and that cold air as it touch my face
It was the first time i am obsessed with the moon
And its now call me every night to be it own guide
And that heavy clouds cover the moon and  it is say goodbye with a Kisses.
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Val
Evade
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Val
In the daylight and nights the exhaustion and depression it was my black arm all the time.
I hate it .it was so heavy to me and it was my left arm it was trying to Make me down i was in the depth i am drowning cant breathing
I see just the reflection of the dark
My mental health and my body can't resist it
  I am died and i am decide to end this by escaping from pains that i carry it alone .
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Mary Huxley
There are days you look at the mirror,
admiring yourself,
congratulating yourself
for surviving what no one saw.

But there are days—
you sink into the sorrow of the unknowns,
the weight of unanswered prayers,
the silence that grows too loud.

There are days you smile,
not because all is well,
but because you’ve learned
how to wear light even in the dark.
the way you talk enraptures me
all I can focus on is you
and listen to what you saying
your big brown eyes
are mesmerizing
you have such a bright
and happy personality
you're so kind and funny
your art is incredible
your smile is infectious
and beautiful
I've never met someone like you
I remember yesterday,
walking down the street
with crooked trees dancing
and the sun burning down
from the heavenly
sky-blue and pink skies—

Crows and winds
screaming in laughter.
Surrounded by
a crowd of souls.

The one stood out.
Like a ghost
of nightmares,
he walked past
through me.

My heart skipped
an important beat—
And there,
my heart bleeds
in blood and cold tears
from memory.
A person from my life is now haunting me
My poetry exist
with a crooked purpose—

And so,
its crooked disturbance
violates
its comfort presence.

It exists
without my consent.

- Paul P. Deratany
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