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things that make me happy: the sound of car tyres driving along a wet road. a cat's purr. 'his' fingers drawing patterns on your spine and shoulders. the feel of sleeping in your own bed after being away. seeing your hometown on the road sign when coming back from a long car trip. rain on the roof. the beginning of thunder during the middle of a dark, silent night. that feeling of another warm body sleeping next to your own. smiling without effort. feeling pretty and great on the inside. having that plan B to fall back on. having no worries for at least one day. sleeping with the perfect pillow. that certain 'his' smell. feeling inspired. painting something that surprises you. smelling something sweet. squeezing hands. little kisses. reading something and thinking "I'm not the only one." letting it all out and saying everything you wanted to. real hugs. philosophy and psychology. protruding collar bones, hip bones, spinal cord and veins on hands/arms. smiles from strangers. happy people.
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about me
a lost girl wandering aimlessly through her unsolved and miserable life, seeking some form of light to be shed and for the constant ache in her chest to conclude. she is neither genius nor greatly talented but her heart is full as it can possibly be after being torn from underneath her rib cage. she tries to avoid the bitterness that wishes to overcome her fragile mind and on occasions it will seep in, drop by drop. she wants to escape to a place that doesn't hurt her mind or her soul, a place of peace, a place with nothing but the sound of the wind through her hair and the feel of a gentle sun on her light and frail skin. she wishes for life to fill her dull blue eyes, and to be rid of the bags that hang under her eyes from restless sleep, to be free from sadness, be free from anger, and to be free from the love who does not love her back.
internal suffering is a trait i have become accustomed to in the years of my youth coming onto adulthood, i am generally in a sad mood, i am tolerant but always angry. i write with sad words and try to describe beautiful feelings i would love to have again, i write with the full wrath of my loneliness.
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