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The truth is odd. Sometimes, it hurts. Sometimes, it's good for us. And sometimes, you don't know how to react to it. I told her the truth, and that's what she said. Word for word.
Hindi maipagtanto na ganto na pala ang tingin ko sayo.
I know what it felt like to be without work And to be without a girlfriend, to befriend people I shouldn't have befriended , done things I wouldn't consider doing now with my time.
"WHAT I'M FEELING" She's somewhat freaky and desirable. She's a gem like and extra- ordinarily gorgeous. And amiable.
"WHAT I'M FEELING" She's somewhat freaking and desirable. She's a gem like and extra- ordinarily gorgeous.
i've noticed the change i know you have too the calls that are full of small talk or that end after "what are you  doing? i'll call you later" we used to talk for hours
You make me feel butterflies You always make my day better You may annoy me at times, but nothing else feels more right You make me smile and it will never die You are always the first I think of
20 November 2017 My Dearest,
Dear My Love, Thank you for your kisses. I can't wait to one day be your Mrs. Thank you for the laughs And for not minding when I pass gas.   Being your girl is a blessing, 
Today is big But then again Our love is big My dear do you feel it? Did you have trouble sleeping Last night like I did? Did you feel it this morning When you woke up? How big today is-
You were playing with my hair As we lay there in your room And I said baby there's something That I gotta tell you You looked at me with your big brown eyes
  I want you to know that I love you That I always have and that I can’t help it I want you to know that I accept if you can’t love me back And that I’ll still love you
I finally spit it out. I finally told all.  I finally admitted it. I did it.    I regret it, but not really. I know a part of me does, but right now, I can't find it.  
As the leaves change color and the days turn chillyThere's one thing that stays constantand that's my love for you
I have a page, Confessional Slam, where people can send me anonymous confessions and I turn them into poetry.  Here is the poem I wrote for the confession, "Everyone thinks I know everything about anything and ask me questions.
Preacher, Preacher, call me to the stand. I have some confessions, truth is freedom I am desparate to grab. When I speak my mind, I find that no one understands me from the inside. 
Preacher, Preacher, call me to the stand. I have some confessions, truth is freedom I am desparate to grab. When I speak my mind, I find that no one understands me from the inside. 
      If you ask Google “what are the most essential resources to sustain human life?” Google will tell you that food, water, oxygen and a moderate temperature are the basic necessities for human survival. 
i always wake up feeling the best at other people’s houses and other people’s beds. is it the person or is it the meds? feed me sertraline and caffeine, inject me with all those pills  and potions. give me a reason to keep living by my struggling...
My eyes are sore I imagine the red rims where all the thoughts swim and melt into a dream right before me   And ignore me, the very part that i've buried with the ribbons and the bows and the fury
Guilt is like a stain on a sweater
It was winter where you were and summer where I stayed When you'd weap to me Tell me of the previous day My heart broke in half With the secrets you spilled My knees grew weak I turned ill
Hoy está excelente A cada instante
I stand in the midst of this madness The deafening sound rings out like a siren The silence it crushes my lungs I can’t breathe But words still escape from my mouth. I stand on my own two feet
I can't see you.
Everyday Same time Your front door creaks, did you notice? Mine does, too. 10:30 AM, you walk out of your apartment- The one right across the hall from mine- And I make sure I walk out, too.
I am the cul-de-sac and the grass on the other side,
Father, I must confess, I know a man. A very troubled man. A man who is need of your prayers. He is merciless like the devil, An insomniac’s restless night,
When I was six years old I sat in a darkened closet hugging my knees to my chest. 
Stupidity is a luxury And quite frankly, Like most luxuries, Only the rich can truly afford it. Wealth, money, filthy lucre. Would you trade the world  For circular slices of metal?
You told me you loved me, and I told you I didn't know what love was. There must have been something desperate in my kiss, because you showed me oh so gently how it felt.  
This is a forum of confessions, my first impression leave lasting impressions, my expressions aren’t always impressive, so my expressions are in question but for the record my expression comes in different forms in the feeling I hoard 
I love you but i'm not loving you freely.  I'm loving you tensely and timidly because I'm afraid to love you boldly
This I must confess That I wonder when you will wake up and realize What I truly am. Because for all my fanciful thoughts and fairytales I must confess that I will
Father, it's been two years  Since my last confession Open your ears now  This is my last session  Look into my eyes I'm far past tears It's useless to lie My demise is so near 
Our minds are such powerful things. They are also very devious. My surroundings are unrealistic, Yet I am completely oblivous.   Wanting to be heard and wanting to be saved, It's such a struggle.
DeadStrickenFrozen StillCaught in the hustle of lifeSwept along like a dust bunnyNot knowing who's to trust 
it is in this very moment that i beg for an answer. tell me how i got here.
You want the truth? I will confess until every sleeve is stained Every bandage crimson. And you shall never hear my silent screams My actions that speak louder than anything I could ever tell you
I'm ready now Ready for your bullshit I can take this fight this battle this war This never-ending game of drawing circles while you hog all the pencils but I Have the eraser
A prisoner of my own mind, Obscure is thoughts all born, Beginning as a simple idea, Into a recurring thought well adored.
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