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My eyes are thick,
from lack of rest,
Because my way to you,
not yet addressed.

I'm fine in bed,
most nights I sleep,
Though now and then,
will my sadness creep.

To feel sad for nothing,
is to feel empty,
Because with this pain,
there is no memory.

You're sad just to be sad,
it's ugly on your face,
What lasted so briefly,
your happiness should not base.

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Don't rub your eyes,

You'll make them red,

You'll smear your makeup,

Not be asked to bed. 

Sit up straight,

And arch your back,

Be everyone but you,

To get in the sack. 

Don't eat too much,

Not more than a crumb,

This you must do,

If you want to have fun. 

It's not that hard,

If you have obeyed,

These are things you must do,

If you want to get laid. 

And now you've seen every season,

you thought you liked spring.

And now you see every reason,

I'm waking up from my dream.

I'm happy today for no reason beside that I wanted to be.

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(First Entry Ever Written In My Black Book)

One day the grey area we reside in will widen

Religion will no longer be what we confide in.

Instead, good and great and happiness. 

Yesterday we based our actions on a list,

whether that be abiding or rebelling.

Today we base our actions on feeling,

propelling.

Why do you listen to dust?

It's been blown and scattered, making the world dusty.

A brown fog.

Clear the air, 

Clear the smog.

Open your eyes and see.

Are they practicing what they preach?

Are they forgiving and accepting of all those that reach?

Their word is a rusty nail constantly being driven.

The rust is spreading, the mote.

It's when your mind is no longer fogged,

that you see.

Do what is best for you and others,

Instead of the Almighty "He."

I think He would want that. 

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Her skin is layered with floral patterns. Stems reaching across her cheeks, over the bridge of her nose. Petals cover the curve of her neck. She's bright and glowing, her flowers vibrant.
Warm.
She hides behind her flower skin, she thinks this is how it will always be. But she's kissed and pushed and upon reexamination... Her vibrance has slightly decreased. She watches this happen. This cycle of embrace and release and with each turn the blossoms fade. They lose saturation until they completely disappear.
She is now a girl with flowerless skin, and who wants that?

I'm good
I'm glad
I'm gone