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True love is two 15 years and 9 hours after my birth, my Nanna passed away. It was the first close death I ever experienced, and I watched as everyone else experience it as well.

My Nanna was always a child at heart. My family would go over to the cottage many times a year to visit with her and Papa. She also loved to go out on the town. For example, one year my Nanna, Grandma and I all went into the city. I recall how amazed she was at the different foods and fish there were at the TnT supermarket. She bought a duck head. My grandmother later told me that they went back, and brought others with them as well. She also loved to fish. There were many occasioTrue love is two21 hours ago in Emotional

In An Alternate WorldAll is peaceful...

Nobody breaks down and no act of aggression happens spontaneously. There is no trauma or tragedy.

Relatives never cry at funerals, they merely embrace the cycle of life and cherish their memories of the departed.

When neighbors argue, they shout at one another but they always resolve their differences. There are no physical confrontations and nobody is ever injured at the hands of another human.

If one friend betrays another, the two individuals simply stop communicating and their lives continue separately. The incident is left in the past and they each move forward in search of new companions.

Siblings might disagreeIn An Alternate World1 day ago in Emotional

I'm an asshole!I have given some advice out on here and I like to think it is pretty sound advice. But here's the thing folks. In real life, I am a LOT of different, BAD things. I'm a loser first and foremost. I'm 27 years old and I've NEVER had ONE SINGLE girlfriend, but that' probably because I'm an asshole/loner. I only have ONE friend but she's already married and living in another state. Plus I haven't talked to her in 17 or 18 years. So essentially I don't even have any friends either. Do yourselves a favor, don't take my advice to heart. I'm just a scumbag/asshole/loser ranting on the internet. I make it a point not to befriend people on the internetI'm an asshole!52 minutes ago in Emotional

VoidYou were never there

Always AbsentVoid7 hours ago in Emotional

Poetic RantingThat which ignites my passion so, that which I have spent countless hours perfecting the skill of, I have neglected on the pretenses of having some voice than my own command my heart to flow forth its secret and poetic song. I have none to blame for my shortcomings than my faulty priorities, which proclaim that which is declared worthwhile if for naught, while that which society deems frivolous is of my choosing to be my sole intention of life. Deception has been my answer until this point, spouting forth falsities as a fountain, forever drowning my heart in black sin. My talents mean nothing if not recognized by those who determine my fate, Poetic Ranting12 hours ago in Emotional

Hands It was like any other person’s hand. It had four fingers and a thumb, it had the life line, the love line, and every other line that could apparently tell who you were going to marry and how many children you were going to have and what breakfast cereal you were going to eat for the rest of your life. It had been the hand that wrote page-long essays, and strummed strings and pressed keys to play bad music; it had been shook by heroes, and burnt by hair straighteners, and washed a million times over. It typed pointless messages and sent them off to the world, it wrote meaningful letters and threw them away, and sometimes it wrote down sHands16 hours ago in Emotional

Love LetterAnd you may never know it, but all my hope lies in you…
And no matter what you think of yourself, I think you’re always beautiful…
If you’d let me in, I’d never hesitate to pick you back up.
But I’m too afraid to speak my mind when you’re there…
I’m envious of the moon that gets to shine in through your window,
And the sun that gets to wake your sleepy figure in the morning.
I wish I could be the cup of coffee that greets your lips when you’re tired.
And if I could be with you, I’d never let you down.
I’d mend every cut, I’d listen to every problem, I’d shLove Letter18 hours ago in Emotional

Stop cryingCrying

I am not going to cry.
I am not going to cry.
I am not going to cry.
I will not cry.

Why am I crying?
Why won't the tears stop?
Why did they start in the first place?
What is happening?
What has happened?

Why are you like this?
Why are you crying?

Stop crying your face will run.
Stop crying your mask will melt.
Stop crying.

Why won't you stop crying?

Please stop crying.

You're pathetic.
Stop crying.
You're an idiot.
Stop crying.
You're stupid.
Stop crying.
Look at what you've become.
Stop crying.
You're weak.
Stop crying.
You're a disappointment.
Stop crying!

I don't wanna she'd another tear.

Stop crying.

I can't.

When did tStop crying21 hours ago in Emotional

Key Of DestructionWe all hold the key to our own destruction, for some it comes naturally, others may have to search for it. Those who don't accept this get affected worse then those who live in constant hope that they find it sooner rather the later and live each day waiting for the inevitable.Key Of Destruction5 hours ago in Emotional

LoveWhy?

Why is it that when I look for you, I can only see your reflection?

And when you, you gaze upon me, you only watch my shadow?Love7 hours ago in Emotional

My Friends are the Family I ChooseMY FRIENDS ARE THE FAMILY I CHOOSE

(Why I Chose To Be A Babyfur- PROS)

By TheEndIsWhereWeBegin

Based on a true story.

****

The cold, crisp Canadian wind blew in Scamp’s face as he stood by the bus stop, waiting for the Greyhound bus to arrive. No one knew his intentions—running away—as he never let anyone see through his eyes to view the bottled emotions laying underneath that mask. Over his floppy ears were Sennheisser RS 160 digital wireless headphones plugged into his 160GB iPod Classic. Currently playing was “Cold Wind Blows” by Eminem, and he was bobbing his head with the lyrics laced with brutal, expliMy Friends are the Family I Choose9 hours ago in Emotional

KI only started getting to know you and now I'll never see you again.
I'll never be able to tell you how I really feel.
Even if you don't feel the same,all I want is one more chance to talk to you.

The most difficult thing is the fact that the last thing you said was 'See you later'

K18 hours ago in Emotional

What You Don't Know Can't Hurt YouJust for a little while, let me hold you

Before I’m gone, before I’m gone…

Let me pretend you love me, too

Before I’m gone, before I’m gone…

With fading pulse and shriveling scales,

I soon shall fade, love too shall fade…

My eyes grow dim, my skin grows cold

And you shall know, and you shall know…

Because I love you, I have to go.What You Don't Know Can't Hurt You18 hours ago in Emotional

Today was a depressing dayToday,

I saw many photos of my father and me.

Why did he have to go?

I am having difficulty with this.

I am having a tough time with this.

I can't sleep.

My head hurts.

I just don't know what to do anymore.Today was a depressing day22 hours ago in Emotional

Blind RealityThe borders of reality are only visible to those who are blind to the sight of impossibility,
they are the ones who test these boundaries day by day finding the weakness that would
eventually set us free to live in a world of pure triumph and hope,
so we can finally witness the feeling of true happiness.Blind Reality6 hours ago in Emotional

Cold Blooded Lovers"What if I told you...I still loved you?" She confessed.

His eyes, closed while his throat twitched with laughter.
"Who could ever love a girl like you? You were the worst
decision of my life! You don't know how long I've waited
to tell you that!" His lips, dry from the heartless yelling
lead to his back facing her.

A grin crept across her drenched mouth before a deep sigh
slithered out. "Who could ever love a girl like me?
You're right. Who could? After all, it was you who
created this? You made sure no one else could love me?
Made damn sure that I would be convinced you could
only love me." Once again, that deep breath escaped
her lips Cold Blooded Lovers12 minutes ago in Emotional

SchizophreniaAll them crazies. Dreaming of eternal sheep, proclaiming themselves Jesus. Laughing at funerals, screaming at clouds. Something to be laughed at, avoided. Confused, misled by their own minds. Otherwise, just us. With family and friends – who ignore and cannot understand them. Hidden from public view. Rare. Only 1% of us. Only 69.7 million of us. Only 1 every 100 of us. Of course, it’s no big deal. Unpredictable. Dangerous. Psychotic. Look at all those news reports, those crime dramas, those thriller movies. They should be locked up. They’re 0.0025 times deadlier than poisonous animals and plants combined. Look at what the meSchizophrenia29 minutes ago in Emotional

Boobs.In the long journey of my life I have learned a few tricks to gain people's attention in writing.

- Be brief
- Use bullet points
- Sexual innuendo Boobs.40 minutes ago in Emotional

An answer to a million questions I've asked myself this question for a while now. A question that I never thought I'd ask...why do I still care? I've wondered why for so long...why do I still cry at night? Why do I still fantasize? Why does it still hurt? Why do I feel unworthy of him? Why do I feel like an annoyance? Why does it still pain me to think about the past? But most of all, why does it still hurt?!

Now I have it...the answer to all of these haunting questions.

The answer took me by surprise. I didn't expect this to be what I was looking so hard for. I couldn't believe my ears when I heard it. The tears blurred my vision and my heart was in my throat. My memory An answer to a million questions53 minutes ago in Emotional

Last Laugh.I'm 19 right now. And that gives me plenty time to think of a killer joke as my final words so my death is accompanied with smiles.Last Laugh.53 minutes ago in Emotional

La douleurMon âme brûlée
Ne peut plus vivre sans toi
Tes yeux parfaits
Ne veulent pas de moi

La douleur
Du verre pilé
Dans mon cœur
Tout est brisé

La solitude revient vers moi
Ma seule amie
La pluie, lentement, s’abat
Sur le toit de mon ennui La douleur1 hour ago in Emotional

VulnerableMy heart is teetering catch meVulnerable2 hours ago in Emotional

1Comment décrire ce sentiment qui nous déchire le cœur en un fragment de seconde ?

C’est impossible… c’est tellement soudain, j’ai tout à coup l’impression que tout s’écroule autour de moi, je me fiche que les gens me voient pleurer à chaudes larmes ou qu’ils puissent me regarder bizarrement, plus rien n’a d’importance. Il n’y a plus personne, seulement cette vision qui m’obsède, qui ne cesse de se répéter, je ne tiens plus sur mes jambes, je suis comme paralyser, les larmes me brouillent la vue, m’empêc11 hour ago in Emotional

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