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Selfish Suicide

"People who kill themselves are selfish." Well, darling, let me tell you a story, A story all too true. A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother. A mother of three girls... One just above the age of a toddler, One at the age of twelve, And one entering the life of a married adult. Now, the youngest girl was watching television, And the oldest at the neighbor's home. The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend, When something terrifying happened. Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing. The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation. The mother walked calmly p

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Selfish Suicide by MikkiMarie, literature

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Selfish Suicide

trinket on his bracelet. by smilee-shortee, literature

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trinket on his bracelet.

She didn't want it to happen. But his words wrapped around her like a blanket and his hands warmed her chilled body. He was so wonderfully convincing, whispering glorious promises and beautiful vows into her vulnerable soul, telling her things she so desperately needed to hear. Slowly, he melted down her icy wall until she was a messy puddle at his feet. She gave in to his delicious lure. It was a mistake. He left her the morning after, never to be heard from again. He stole away in the dim light of the breaking day, and with him he took her innocence. He did, however, leave her something in return. You, little one. He gave her you. An

Friends in Misery by IChooseToLookUp, literature

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Friends in Misery

We became friends over a shared glass of misery Friends through common injury But I soon lost my thirst I left that glass of melancholy When joy reached out its hand to me But you had wanted to finish first When I said "I'm finished with despondency" You tried to call me beckoningly And tempt me with another drink But I shook my head determinedly And, though I loved you comfortably, When offered happiness I didn't need to think Your stare turned cold as I lived blissfully And when you spoke your words fell icily Upon the ears of I who once loved you so You stabbed my back unceremoniously And I let our friendship die quietly B

You Are Nowhere by beautyinreview, literature

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You Are Nowhere

I cannot cry for you. I want to, my love, every time I picture your brave, beautiful face and remember how you shook in my arms as the disease ravaged you. But this pain goes much deeper than tears, much deeper than any physical grief. You took my soul with you when you went; I will never be complete again. I wish I could be sure that we would meet again, but I fear we shall not, in this world or any other. The city skyline shines in the darkness, like your pain-bright eyes, and I struggle to remember you as you were, vibrant and so alive, rather than the desolation of those last hours. I want to remember your joy but i

I'll Be Waiting by DumplingMomo, literature

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I'll Be Waiting

I know you left me behind, so you could go on living, because I would have just held you down, in this lonely broken town I don't blame you, but when you finally get on top, sing a simple song for me, so I know you still care I'll be waiting in this town, all of our memories still hanging around, to keep me sane while you're gone, making your dreams come true I remember when we kissed, under the moonlight that one night, so many summers ago, when we were so young… You'd come to my side, on those rainy nights, and sing me something sweet, to put me to sleep during the storm Now I sit all alone, in this

Yet again by Wor-D-Rizzle, literature

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Yet again

Boiling with anger and struggling to keep it in she hates it when her anger decides to spill out in hot tears and run down her face; shattering her pride, taking away her shield… Furious with herself because she had let mere words hurt her she swipes a determined hand across her eyes erasing all evidence of her bleeding heart her broken pride... Spilling out her anger instead through the pen she holds in her hand, she wonders, Yet again why the wounds created by loved ones Cut deeper Bleed longer And heal ever so slowly?

Death From Silence by TheLunaLily, literature

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Death From Silence

"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me." Though, I tell you this, when I'm alone, I know silence will kill me. For silence can shatter the confidence of a king, and set the fire of paranoia blazing. Oh! Shatter and Blaze in ways you have never seen. No, you will never hear when the quiet approaches on cat-footed shadows to fill your ears. See, sticks and stones can break our bones, if we let them, &

Wish by Omnibenevolence, literature

You're an Artist by ShatterTheArtist, literature

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You're an Artist

You know you're an artist when paint stains your clothes regularly, when it bothers you that you don't have an idea on what to do, when you don't need to go to a salon to get your nails done. You know you're an artist when you smile at a challenge, when you can write your own songs, they play through your mind, when you've got no need for radio, you just hum that song you designed. You know you're an artist when you create your own constellations, when your failures inspire you to push forward, when you can make yourself smile with a goofy scetch. You know you're an artist when you've got your own style, when you don't go a secon

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