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Anxiety gives me no mercy. I'm hoping for you to understand. I'm not sure where your at, or how you should react. My brains been spinning all night.
I love it when you lace your fingers in between mine. When you rub my shoulders after a hard day. The way you kiss me goodbye. You look me in the eyes and tell me it'll be alright.
Sometimes i forget, to open my mind before my mouth. Sometimes i let trails of negative thoughts, just flow right on out. Sometimes i don't speak, but i merely spit harsh words.
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A lot of people were raised listening to their elders tell them, "if you don't have anything nice to say, say nothing at all".
And here I sit In my own little corner of wrong You say I can't be a fool I've got to be strong When did you make all the rules.
You see the thing about written comments Is they don't make a sound There's no inflection in the words No emotion that can be bound You see a written comment Has no intonation in its say It's...
Left gasping and breathless. The words escape me in a rush of fear. There's no way of knowing the outcome. But you have to know its how I feel. They jump from my mouth in a rush.
If my words fell out ǝpısdn uʍop Would you read them still. If my words came out Dnuora denrut Would you heed them still. If I SHOUTED.
Best friend: But you're not happy.. Me: I'm never happy. I have terrible depression. When I'm not depressed, I'm angry. I also have terrible anger issues.
If you insist on posting a saying that is intended to be philosophical or profound and meant to stir emotion or cause action, please ensure to meet the following criteria first: • You know what it...
So I took the advice of the lovely Opussians and things are...really good. Really, really good.
I balk at the idea of talking. My words never seem to come out right. I don't always sound so bright. When my lips feel light. And I let them fly open. Words just spill out. Out of my mouth.
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Chapter 3 I can't stop thinking about the ski trip. I wish I could've gone. But last night I threw up. I have pneumonia. I hate being sick.
This morning sucked. Well initially, I was uncharacteristically giddy just thinking about him. Then I started to over-think things.
Firstly I want to say a big thank you for all the support I've received from everyone on Opuss since Christmas Day. Your comments and Kik messages have meant so much to me.
Words are just letters,. Rearranged in a way,. That provokes the recipient,. To peruse what we say,. Who gave words their meaning,. Love is a four letter word,. It's meaning differs,.
I'd just like to post a little note thanking all the likes, all the sweet encouraging comments and all the reports. I'm new to Opuss, but feel welcome and almost free.
Arsey and narkey, Anger malarkey, Tempers frayed, Frustration played, Argument shame, A tennis game, Back and forth, And so forth, Tensions created, Your point cremated, Talk don't shout, Keep out...
I wrote you a poem, Though your eyes will never see, Your ears will never hear it, And your mind is care free. But I just wanted to say it, So that you can't say that I did not.
Imagine if we had to live our lives in rhyme, if everything we said must be perfectly timed. It wouldn't be too hard for you and for I, we do this everyday and we don't need to try.
when they text you. you don't respond for a while. you have all the power. then you text them. they don't respond. you're on your toes. waiting for a response. they have the power.
After a tiring day, a commuter settled down in her seat and closed her eyes.