December 2011
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Dec 31st
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Dec 31st
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Dec 31st
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Gray
There is a girl who goes by the name of Jade- A simplistic thinker living in this complicated world. It’s safe to say Jade is color blind, being that everything in her sight is black and white. Even on the clearest days she never looks up to a sky of crystal blue, just a vast sea of the same neutral color as the day before. When the sun rises in the morning, the objects around her do not come...
Dec 31st
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Dec 31st
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Dec 31st
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Dec 31st
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Dec 31st
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Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Dec 29th
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Dec 29th
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Dec 29th
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Dec 29th
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Dec 28th
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Dec 28th
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Dec 28th
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There’s a certain kind of sadness That becomes an addiction There’s an ache in our heart A tear ready to fall It’s a relief when we get a fix That’s when we know we’re alive When we can feel again. 
Dec 27th
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She is broken Not her bones Not her skin Her soul She is hollow Behind her eyes Lies nothing Lacking words There she sits Questioning the day away. 
Dec 27th
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The Gang...
Happiness is a tease- Always gone by morning Anger is too passionate- With the mouth of a sailor Depression is destructive Equipped with razors, pills, and goodbye notes Love is a thief- With distracting eyes and quick hands Trust is never heard from, So therefore untrustworthy   Sadness is a true friend Patient and always close by Familiar and comforting Open arms always ready to hold ...
Dec 27th
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Dec 22nd
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“Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines he wrote a poem And he called...”
– Stephen Chbosky 
Dec 21st
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“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through...”
– Pablo Neruda 
Dec 21st
Dec 13th
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I hugged...
Myself, and I liked it. 
Dec 13th
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Dec 6th
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Dec 3rd
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Dec 3rd
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The dead art...
Girl: Love is a dead art, I'd say. Along with compassion, empathy, and so on.
Guy: I agree. Well, not dead, just lost and rare.
Girl: I'll stick with dead.. at least if i think it's dead i won't be pathetically looking for it. It'll be something that lived a good life and now is laid to rest, peacefully.
Dec 3rd
Dec 3rd
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Lxve
Wicked little vice Oh how you tempt  Tease and torture  Subconscious weight  Conscious defeat Innocent eyes Hidden dark lies Tricky, tart, and tough Never did I think of “love”  In such viscous ways  Stuck in this predicament Stuck with the blues Stuck with the feeling  Of losing  me to you
Dec 2nd
Dec 2nd
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Dec 2nd
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Broken
I look down at the ground you walk on I search and I search to no avail I see nothing that reminds me of me So why am I treated equally? Your feet weigh heavy Your soiled shoes stain I can’t seem to rid of them I am stained Each step hurts more and more Each shuffle pushes me farther down I am stuck here No distinction between me and the ground   I am nothing. 
Dec 1st
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Dec 1st