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A Beautiful Moment"You're beautiful."
"You're my everything."
"You're the best thing that's ever happened to my life."
"...I love you."
There's a Girl...There's a girl I know....and I'm afraid for her.
She doesn't know who she is,
She's trying to figure it out.
She wants to be right, but only seems to do wrong.
She looks ahead, but can't forget the past.
She's scarred and wounded, and it's never healed.
She has no best friend, she feels alone in this world.
She's afraid to be herself.
She wants to let it all out, but always holds it in.
She is happy on the outside, but inside sobbing.
She doesn't know who her friends are.
She wants to start over.
She wants to forget.
She wants to know who she is.
But in the end, she's to scared to try.
Her secret? No one knows.
No one cares to ask.
No one cares to help.
No one feels.
She is alone.
The people around her say that she is strong,
But she's scared.
They say that she's beautiful,
But she has an ugly secret.
They say she's open,
But she's afraid to let people see her true self.
I'm the only person she has.
But the sad thing is, she's not even real.
SHE doesn't exist.
Things you never forget.You never forget:
Your first day of school.
Your first boyfriend.
Your first kiss.
Your first date.
Your first time.
Your wedding day.
The day you graduated.
The day your child was born.
The day you did something amazing.
The day you get hired.
The day you get fired.
The day you got recognized.
The day your dog died.
The day you cried at a sappy movie.
The day you did something stupid.
The day you had fun.
The day you didn't care.
The day you wanted to die.
The days you were happy.
All these things happen.
Things that you will never forget.
You might not remember all the details or the date
But you remember what's important.
These things that you never forget
Always have the biggest impact on who you are.
Why couldn't I?
Why couldn't I say it?
I know it's true. There was no reason for me not to say it.
Just a few simple words.
"You mean a lot to me"
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't even be here"
"If you die, I'll die"
"I love you"
...Why couldn't I say that?
Who says I dont care?I don't care who you are
I don't care what you were
But if you are with me,
I will care about you
I don't care where you live
I don't care what you live in
But if you have no reason to live,
I will help you find your reason
I don't care what relationship you had
I don't care who they were with
But if they hurt you,
I will be there for you
I know I don't care about many things
I know I'm blunt and insensitive at times
Just know that
I am your friend and you are mine
I may not care at times, but right now I do
I'm not insensitive because I still care for you
"I know who you are."
"You're the guy who thinks he's invisible."
"I have a name-"
"It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important."
"All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too."
"You're the girl who is broken."
"I am not broken."
"You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all."
"I sleep well. Besides-"
"You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years."
"Happy endings are over rated. And you're-"
"You're the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more."
"You don't understand weakness the way-"
"You're the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks."
"Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when-"
They Told UsThey Told Us:
They told us we weren't artists,
They said that we're just puttin' words on paper...
They told us we wouldn't make it,
Because language isn't unique...
Ta hell with them all I say,
Because I know tha truth they seek ta hide.
We're treated like third-rate artists.
Our hands can't create magical pictures,
We can't create comics ta make people laugh,
Or emotive portraits ta make em cry...
But what they don't see is tha title,
What they don't see is tha description,
They don't even see tha comments or replies!
They look only at themselves,
And at tha talent they seem ta proclaim.
It's like starin' at an old english aristocrat,
Ignorin' us simply because we're farmers.
But what they don't see are the words.
Words used ta give a picture context.
Withou' a title, a picture is just a mix of colours and lines.
Who could understand an image, withou' a title?
If art alone suffices, why not let every piece be nameless?
I'll tell ya the truth, separated from the
Something About GenderI'm not a girl
Because according to everyone else I'm unable to be one
Because girls are supposed to be spineless
Supposed to be weak
Supposed to be small
Supposed to be quiet
So I must be a boy
Because that's what the world sees in me
It sees courage
It sees passion
It sees anger
It sees a swinging crowbar
But I can't be a boy
Because according to everyone else I'm not male
Because I have breasts
I have ovaries
I have a uterus
I have a vagina
So I'm not a girl
But I'm not a boy
I'm too rough but I'm soft
I kick up my heels but sometimes I wear heels
I wear rings but sometimes they're worn on a fist
I sit slouched with my legs open and a knife in my hand
But I'm not a tranny
But I respond to "woman"
And I respond to "boy"
And I can be called "he" and "she" and answer to both
Because I don't know which one I should answer to
Because apparently neither apply
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