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Polkadaughter
10 reads

Just another.

Pills, Pills, Pills

Take a pill if you will.

Bittersweet remedies

Yet another problem still.

All these pills, erasing my memories.

Try and stop yourself.

Those bottled up prescriptions.

Glaring at me from the shelf.

Why can’t you see?

These pills all mocking me.

Like Alice from Wonderland.

Take one more.

Doctors.

Prescribe me my special concoctions.

Doctors, doctors.

What do I take next?

Doctors, doctors, doctors!

1st pill

2nd pill

3rd pill

They are making me feel more ill.

Yet still here’s another pill.

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Polkadaughter
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Hello, everyone once again. I finally got my account back, I'm editing some of my older work and will be posting them once finished :)

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Polkadaughter
22 reads

Life isn’t fair

So think of it like this:

You’re down 1-3 players grab your musical chair

Someone will always lose their seat.

And if it’s you, don’t give a care

It’s just a game.

Right?

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Polkadaughter
32 reads

drowning...

she’s breathing in fire...

killing herself slowly any way she can...

her

head

is

getting

so

numb

just

like

the

ice

that

f

l

o

a

t

s

in her glass............

..............it

tastes

all

so

b

i

t

t

e

r

l

y

sweet...

...we all love something toxic

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Polkadaughter
23 reads

Peer Pressures

Sweet desires

Dangers and bitter liquids

Little girls who are liars.

Peer pressure will put you on a stretcher

Guys with bad intentions

And the bed is where he lead her

Youngsters and peer pressures, all leading each other to adventures

But these adventures are false reality that will one way or another

Turn into a nightmare that you won’t escape

And addictions

They seem so small but they aren’t fictions From far aways in books

So they’ll take it

And they’ll take it again

I may be addicted but at least I fit in

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Polkadaughter
21 reads

Golden locks deceiving me and my perception

Trust broken with manipulation

Little games we play

But no longer.

I forfeit.

Not because I am intimidated

Not cause I am scared of losing

But because I am tired.

Tired of having all this toxic shit.

One second you are fine, the next you slap me in the face and “oops sorry that was an accident”

But I am done.

I’ve had my fair share.

And

I

Am

Done.

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Polkadaughter
17 reads

The sun, the moon

A picture perfect photo.

With complications, told in this storybook.

I have yet to read the rest

Watch the story unfold

Maybe some fairytales are real.

I will read, I will see

What the authors will choose

An endless fairytale, never to unfold?

The happy ever after?

Or the book due? Ready to be taken up, never read again?

Some choices are in need to be made

Are books and stories and fairytales true?

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Polkadaughter
26 reads

Thorns and roses.

Roses and 4 leaf clover.

Lucky or painful love?

Or just plain out thorns.

A trickster’s mask as an angel up above

He defends the thief and suffocates the innocent victim.

He falls for the bastard’s little act.

Thinking he is doing everything for the good.

He mocks her, telling her that she is lying.

Things like this is why little girls and boys don’t ever learn to tell someone.

Because sometimes people just can’t listen.

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Polkadaughter
32 reads

A simple wildflower

Watching a wildfire.

Helplessly watching everything crumble and fall.

A dangerous eclipse.

Burning each and every path.

It’s painful to see

The destruction that love can make.

So many beautiful things, wilting and falling

Build up a tower

Just to bring it down.

I can’t tell whether I was really seeing the sun or just blind from her light.

And if I really saw the moon in the morning sky or if it was just a glare in this picture perfect photo.

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Polkadaughter
18 reads

His hexing eyes

Casting spells that entrance me

No.

I can’t fall in.

But every time he calls my name.

Every time he looks my way.

Every time he talks to me.

I get lost.

I slip back off the cliff.

I just know I will have a hard landing.

Unless magically he catches me...

Unless...

No.

He’d never. Never feel the same.

But

Maybe. Hope grips at my heart.

Desperately trying to rewrite my mind to think in positive scripts.

I’m supposed to be the spider. Spinning the web. Not the carcass in the web, waiting for their acceptance.

Silly stupid me. Letting him pull the strings and control me, I am not a puppet.

Yet he gets to walk my mind whenever he likes.

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