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It's been six thousand three hundred and fifteen days since I have been here and only approximate three hundred days in my entire life I spent with him. He's always busy. He says he has work to do.
ii
It's been nine hundred and eighty-two days since everything started falling apart.
iii
Six hundred and fifty-seven days since I lasted talked to you. You said it was over and walked away without a reason. I watched as you walked with such grace, out of my life.
iv
Five hundred and seventy-five days, seven hours, twenty-three minutes and seven seconds since he broke my heart again; make that forty-seconds. I saw him smiling at her. I should be happy for him, right? But why do I feel a pang of jealousy every time I see them? Five hundred and seventy-five days, seven hours, twenty-four minutes and fifty-one seconds and it still hurts. Fifty-seven seconds.
V
Two hundred and ninety-three days when she stopped talking to me. I loved her like a sister but she left too. People always leave, right?
vi
Only about two hundred and fifty days have I been actually happy. They say happiness comes from acceptance of your life, no matter how it is. Being broken is easy, happiness takes courage, maybe that's why the days are so less. I'm a coward
vii
For sixteen hours and twenty-five minutes, I have had tears in my eyes and a lump in the throat but I refused to cry because I don't want to feel weak.
viii
Four hours and eleven minutes ago, I called daddy again. He was too busy to listen to me and hung up on me.
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fifty-two minutes and thirteen seconds have passed and I've been trying to scribble down my thoughts but failing.
Literature
Used To - Sad
I used to have friends
I thought I could trust,
But they faded away
And left nothing but dust.
I used to have dreams
That I treated with care,
But they slipped through my fingers
And I caught nothing but air.
I used to be strong
With a shield nothing could harm,
But now I am weak
For I've been disarmed.
I used to be happy
Successful and smart,
How is it then
That it all fell apart?
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phenos
because really, this is humanity: the sum total of all we are is far greater than our ambition as to what we could >would/should< be.
(be.)
and this, she said, this is what i want, want to be come to be-come-be; she
draped beauty around her sunrise shoulders like a shawl disproportionate to her little
mangle-toed chinese footprints and, ever the most considerate child, soft-
spoken and fragile-
boned, proceeded to
master the art
of vanishing entirely.
trying golden locks with stolen silver keys, i.
find it rather humorous that pens are symbolic of power but
anything
can simply infiltrate my pores like arsenic (which we
Literature
Hospital
"I hate hospitals."
"Why's that?"
"They're always trying to hide."
"What do you mean by 'hide'?"
"You smell that?"
"Yea. Smells clean."
"I hate that smell."
"Why?"
"It's too clean. It's like they're trying to hide the fact that people die here."
"Well that's morbid..."
"It's the truth."
"Would you rather it smell like germs and corpses?"
"No. But that's not the point."
"What is your point?"
"It's all just too... pleasant."
"Well yea. Hospitals are meant to help people. They're supposed to be pleasant."
"...You've never had a love one die, have you?"
"...No."
"No one should have to sit and watch the world spin on as if the pe
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Wonderful piece...love the method and the little bit of humour..