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Miluiel*
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July 1, 2016 12:03am UTC

you deserved the universe. you deserved it all.
your name was always caught in my throat. now it is flowing freely off my tongue, and i wish you could hear just how often. but that would change everything.
i always wanted to know you. dare i say i do?
my ears itch for your voice to say i can come in. i don't want to intrude. i don't want to intrude. i don't want to intrude. but i want to u n d e r s t a n d.
stranger is such a harsh word.
i think i'm in love. ((everyone here leaves so quickly, i hope you linger.))
i should have told you back then.
but you deserve the universe. you deserve it all.
-T.s., friends come and go

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*nerium*
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March 18, 2015 9:47pm UTC

I like his hands. I like the lack of warmth, how they are so cold and dry against my heated palm. I like how, gradually, they begin to warm from the radiation of my own nervous hands, and how he doesn't let go when my palm begins to slip with sweat. I like the sublte way in which he grasps my wrist, and how he will place my hand into his jacket pocket, so we can bask in the comfort of a secret. I like his hands, the roughness of his palm and the blue defintion of his veins, but I like them especially when they are holding mine.

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*nerium*
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May 1, 2014 4:49pm UTC

I remember dying.
I remember tunnel vision and the faint, demented shriek of sirens. I remember bright, blinding colours - neon red and blue, like 3D glasses. I remember the taste of copper, of how I'd hide pennies in the pockets of my cheeks as a child.
I remember when I realised the copper was blood, and how my tongue was too swollen to produce coherent words. I remember dying - enveloped in the hazy, dripping comfort of my mind - whilst the people around me interrupted with chaos.

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*nerium*
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March 15, 2014 4:09pm UTC

I hate Father's Day.
I hate how I had to make cards in class as a child. I hate how I'd cringe whilst trying to hide the fact that my card was empty inside. I hate how I was jealous of the other children that actually had fathers. I hate the pity I received so often, the sceptic looks, and the "Do you even have a dad?". I hate how I made up stories, such as "My Dad isn't in the country right now" or "I can't tell you about him because he works for the government" - I hate how I would start to favour "He's dead" because it sounded so much better than "He's a jobless, alcoholic drug-addict with several B.astard children and a criminal record."
I hate how I hate Father's Day not because I do not have a Father, but simply because I hate my Father.

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*nerium*
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March 10, 2014 12:43am UTC

When I was younger, my mother had an entire drawer full of prescription medication in our kitchen. It was for her clinical depression, although I didn't know this at the time. I had never seen her take any of them, not one pill. I didn't question it, I was only four and knew that some medicines tasted nasty, like that prescription cough medicine that was supposed to taste like strawberries ("hey!" my younger self whispers harshly now, "it doesn't taste like strawberries at all.") I also knew that I certainly wouldn't want to take my medicine if it tasted nasty.
Ten years later, I did not want to take my medication. I wanted it to fester in the kitchen drawer with my mothers out-of-date boxes of Prozac. My mother told me I had to take it. I told her she was being a hypocrite because our medications are exactly the same, and we (are meant to) take them for the exact same reasons. She defended herself with half-formed excuses. But after a while, she opened up that overflowing kitchen drawer and pulled out the only in-date box she had. She then told me that if I took mine, she'll take hers - I didn't think she'd do it. She hadn't been doing it for over ten years - what would be different now? I asked, and her response was "you". I was surprised by this answer, but decided to humour her by taking my medicine for the first time in months. To my surprise, she then took hers for the first time in years.

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*nerium*
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March 4, 2014 9:16pm UTC

for two years now, i have had a hollow that gaps within the centre of my chest, and winks with each of my breaths. at first, i found this hollow to be quite painful. i would hardly move all day, and when i did, the pain was enough to make me cry, like a small child or a baby taking its first breath.
but with time, i have hardened, and this hollow - deep enough for you to see the expanse of my lungs - has dulled to a small throb. i endure my days with no pain, although i will feel slight discomfort. by midnight, when i am alone with my thoughts and my breaths, i'll think of the pain i used to feel when this hollow first appeared. and then, without concious thought, i'll find myself jamming my fingers into that hollow, twisting desperately to find that pain. after all, it is better to feel pain than nothing at all.

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*nerium*
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February 27, 2014 9:28pm UTC

My head is almost always full of upsetting thoughts.
I have thoughts of the reactions I may get if I was to be found one day on the bathroom floor, an entire box of codeine working to destroy my respiratory system.
Of how my siblings will continue with their everyday lives, and how my uncle will complain about the mess my spasming larynx has created.
I have thoughts of my dysfunctional family and how very little we care for one another.
And at times, when I have run out of sadness and other bleak emotions, I'll have no thoughts at all.

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