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Our story is one of those which should never have begun,
going in the opposite direction of the ordinary,
special but prohibited,
strong but prey to gossip and criticism.
Our story did not follow the easy path
nor did we walk on the beaten tracks
and they did not like us for that
and misinterpreted our choices.
Our story always was frowned upon,
we were not accepted like we were
but encouraged to become what we couldn't be
what we did not want to be.
We've always been denied what we wanted
some love, peace and freedom.
But even if our story should never have been,
now it is and they can't take it away from us.
going in the opposite direction of the ordinary,
special but prohibited,
strong but prey to gossip and criticism.
Our story did not follow the easy path
nor did we walk on the beaten tracks
and they did not like us for that
and misinterpreted our choices.
Our story always was frowned upon,
we were not accepted like we were
but encouraged to become what we couldn't be
what we did not want to be.
We've always been denied what we wanted
some love, peace and freedom.
But even if our story should never have been,
now it is and they can't take it away from us.
Akai no Yari
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Loving a Writer
When you read their work –
and it is work,
and you will often come second to the job –
it’s best to know which pieces are fictions,
which ones are wishes,
and which parts are for you.
Literature
things you don't learn in school
I found a cricket
on the roadside, put it
in a mason jar to show the world
and called it by a first name.
He died of loneliness shortly
thereafter and i learned how wretched
it is to be forsaken.
When I was twelve, I watched a boy
slit his wrists with a plastic spork
at lunch, and though I
laughed at the irony, all i kept thinking was
"I really hope he washed his hands."
He bled tears
of scarlet red that looked
just like tomato sauce, but I just stood
there because it was the coolest thing
I'd ever seen.
The boy, he smelled of dirty
laundry and cigarettes and sorrow
and used to sit by the window
until the bell, where he'd wa
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It hurt
It hurt you know,
Falling for you.
I felt very bump and bang,
Every bruise and break.
I tried to hold on,
I tried to slow down,
I tried to stop.
But it was inevitable.
Gravity was too much,
It kept pulling me down
To you.
And when I landed,
When I hit the ground
At your feet
I could barely breathe.
It was too much
For anyone to handle
Let alone me.
But I watched you reach down,
And felt you pick me up.
You gathered together
All my broken pieces
And worked for days
Making me whole again.
It took time
But I finally realised
That for me to fall down to you
Meant that you
Had fallen too.
So once I was rebuilt
I searched for your missing p
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Reminds me of one of Taylor Swift's song, but it's still very original and very sweet.