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Rebecca Hamilton&Jennica Segal
- Montreal, Quebe...
- Last Record: 2011-04-03 23:54:56 -0400
- Joined: Jan 29, 2011
- bbeccadawnn.tumblr.com
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we are slaves. slaves belonging to the media, to our tvs and computers. |
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slamming, hard, slamming, fast. |
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and she'd rather sleep all day, than spending her day
alone. ... |
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I'll write this to the rain,
To the clouds,
To the night sky,
That is lit up by lightning's christmas lights,
And shook by its irregular heart beats.
I'll write it to this sad scene,
Because I'm feeling blue,
Like the puddles,
Scattered amongst this town.
Every flash, every clash,
I'm feeling more alive,
Yet with every flash, every clash,
I'm feeling rather dead.
I want to count every boom,
Every flicker of light,
So I can capture the moment with my Polaroid,
Because perhaps one day I'll show it to you,
And say, this is the night I thought of you.
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They say silence has no sound, But I hear it. When all is quiet, When I'm not noisily typing something like I am now, I hear it... |
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I'm not just the girl with the art, or the music, the hole in my heart, I'm here to use it, to tear the whole damn world apart.
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Lost. Lost and then found again. Someone always finds me, sooner or later.
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Sometimes my thoughts are so loud, I forget I'm so quiet. |
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So caught up in our busy lives;
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I must empty all this pain, Like the clouds let go of rain. |
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To all those out there I feel your pain |
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Roses are red, Violets are blue, Cupid... |
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The permeable membrane of my heart allowed me to take in love and give it back. But when love was lacking I simply continued to force more out. |
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Faces age with time; so used from all the stares and the burning sun. As we walk amongst strangers, we are all masked with a disguise. The diverse colours of our surround... |
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Though someone may have cut this Heart’s strings, |
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I'm an only 17 and when it comes to guys, i'm so embarresing. I just thought writing this would make me feel alot better. feel fre... |
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This was a song i wrote when I was 15, there was this guy in the year above, and i thought he was really cool, but was too afraid to talk to him. pretty pathetic looking back. ha! |
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My mind was telling me today to cut my stomach with a pair of scissors.
I don't know why. for some reason my mind just wanted it to happen. I was nearly gonna do it. I was too a... |
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At school since year 8 or 9 (age 12 or 13) I stopped eating lunch. I didn't want people to see me eating. It would make me so self conscious even though everyone else was eating.
When I was ... |
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they say best friends are forever, but forever never really lasts. we cannot live for an infinite amount of years; we are not immo... |
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"cut along the lines, and don't miss. if not, you'll wreck my heart!" she persists.
"don't you worry, |
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“Don’t worry,” he comforted.
“But I’m scared,” she whimpered.
“Don’t be. Yo... |
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Scared Uncertain Sad Alone |
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WARNING: Hold on tight. It's going to be a bumpy ride. There will be obstacles flying left and right. Your emotions will crash down like a plane, and it will ... |
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My mind got soaked in confusion, and now it's hard to dry my thoughts. |
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slowly melting above the mountain's peak,
swirls of pastels, flowing and fading, moon glowing brighter with each howl of the lonely hound so anxious, lonely. Choking h... |
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It starts with a little ache in your chest
And you think about the one you love the best His face, his smile, his everything - it hurts You would give up all the wo... |
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Two older brothers who want me only when they need me
A father who only loves me occasionally An aunt who only uses me Nine cousins who say "hi" because of necessit... |
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I hope you love her
I hope you get a rush each time your eyes meet hers I hope you put your arm around her waist and pull her in ... |
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I barged into my bedroom and toss my backpack against my desk. Fuckin slut. Fuckin good for nothing whore bag. I tear down every picture of her in my room and rip them to shreds. I hate her. I h... |
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Oh, so that's what this is... The feeling of nothing. Nothing weighing down on you. No burdens, no stress, no unhappiness Just...being. It's strange, after a whole life of troubles Pain, depression, anger, loathing, self-hate, To just drift and feel...nothing. Nothing bad, anyway. Nothing particularly exciting, either. Letting life just flow around you, Observing it, watching it go. And knowing that it's okay. Good, bad, right, wrong, It's okay.
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Oh, so that's what this is... The feeling of nothing. Nothing weighing down on you. No burdens, no stress, no unhappiness Just...being. <... |
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Maybe I can cry
but he doesn't sleep - they've radiated his body and gave him painkillers and acted surprised when get got addicted to painkillers. I don't deserve to fee... |
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Based on HaleyErin's poem. Very simple in a way, but very full and beautifull. I'd love to express my own wishes to a "special someone" too. I know, we have nothing |
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Television was my de facto baby-sitter. As a result, I was a very, very naive child. It took me a long time to realize that morality and the world aren't as... straightforward... as I'd thought. Th...
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I cannot describe how much Sarah's words & wirrow's VO cut with Megan's music hit me...thank you. <3
This is not a side of my self that I show very often.
Raw.
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I want you |
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Their voices are screechy, and their prayers are ignored. “Save me!” they cry in unison. But none of them are rescued. They ... |
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I didn’t hate you when we broke up (called it quits, ended things, decided to see other people, wanted to take a break, whatever you’ve been calling it -- we broke... |
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