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Stolen Innocence

She wakes up trembling 
The nightmares are plaguing her
She scream's just let me forget 
I didn't want it to happen
I didn't wanna lose my innocence.
She cries, her mom hears her sobs and wraps her arms around her,
 She won't tell anyone what happened that new years day. 
  When her "best friends" pushed her into a abandoned room. 
   She felt so worthless so pathetic. 
 It's almost been a year since it happened.  
  A year since they took her most valuable possessions. 
  Her purity, her pride and her dignity. 
  She doesn't feel like trying anymore but 
 She made promises to not give up. 
    She has to hold on. 
But all she wants is to let go.

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At Least She Hopes

Once upon a time there was a girl. 
A girl who had  a good heart. 
She tried to help everyone. 
Everyone except herself. 
Once upon a time there was a boy.
A boy with a good mind. 
He thought of ways to change the world. 
 He had problems though..he liked to party with drugs. 
That girl ,The one with a good heart.
Went to Camp she was suicidal though..
She walked down stairs to the patio. 
There she walked by a boy. 
The one with a good mind. 
That boy,The one with a good mind. 
He saw her and he said Hello? 
That was when they met. 
Once upon a time there was boy and a girl.
They fell in love. 
The suicidal girl became more and more happy 
But more dependent on him for her happiness. 
The philosophical boy treated her with care 
took her places she had never been which was many 
because she was a small town girl and he was a city boy. 
There were things the girl didn't know about the boy,
he had told her he no longer did drugs...he lied... 
she found out and started to cry...
It wouldn't have bugged her if he would have told her. 
But he didn't. She confronted him. 
He said you act as if ' perfect i didn't want you to think i wasn't. 
 Not even a week later the day before A national holiday 
The boy with a brilliant IQ let the girl with a good Heart go. 
He whispered "Darling the distance is too much,I'm sorry."
 The  phone drops from her hands and She falls to her knees. 
How could this be She whispers. H-he said he loved me. 
The boy yells through the phone. Don't let this ruin guys for you 
Don't pick up a razor and hurt yourself don't harm yourself. 
Then they never talked again. 
 Once upon a time twas a girl and there was a boy 
They Had been in love but their love for each other wasn't enough.
One left the other and the other was left crushed. 
The girl was left and even months later,
 She cant go a day without him on her mind  
She swears he has no hold on her,That shes over him 
She has a new boyfriend He's good to her and he swears his love is true. 
She can't help but doubt that it's a front. 
The boy before him crushed her and he left her. 
Once upon a time there was a broken girl 
she had lost all her trust and she lost what she loved. 
She didn't have a choice in the matter, 
She will always remember him he was her first kiss and her first love, 
But she will heal with time she will heal. 
At least she hopes.. "  

    - M.N.J

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I Can'T Wait

You liked my hair long,so I cut it short. 
You liked my smile, So I stopped smiling so big. 
You liked my simpleness. So I became as complex as possible. 
You liked my hair dark, So i dyed it bright blonde.  
I'm not gonna have a trace of you Of anything you wanted me to be or what you liked about me. 
In seven Years I won't even have the same skin you touched. 
My body will forget your gentle touch.
 My ears will forget your voice.
 And Soon Enough I won't even remember your name. 
   And Honestly, I can't wait.

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Best Friend Break Up

I see things that remind me of you. 
That remind me of our friendship. 
The one that slowly just vanished. 
The one that slipped away before I realized it was gone.
 I see drug rugs and I remember you and yours. 
I see things about best friends and I want it to be about you and me again, I'm too late. 
Your gone out of my life. 
I honestly wish I knew how You did it. 
But I have a feeling I already know. 
Your tired of me not listening to you. Tired of me hurting you.
 In a way I completely understand. But in another I'm completely torn..

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Web of Lies

" I was trapped in a web of lies that you had created.
I couldn't get out and I soon was killed by a spider.
That spider was you.
You killed me on the inside,with a smile on your face."

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Close My Eyes To Sleep

He Makes me happy 
but so did you 
I don't know why I can't forget you
But it's okay that's normal 
I loved you and you loved me 
you didn't beg me to stay
you acted like everything was fine

 So I don't know what to do 
your memory haunts me 
But his, the one I'm with 
Makes me happier then you did
Makes me smile more than you did. 
Makes me laugh more than you did.

 He doesn't leave mental bruises 
He doesn't hit me
He builds me up but doesn't break me down like you did 
 So why, Why do I still dream of you every time I close my eyes to sleep ?

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She Has To Give Up

Her poetry Her words
All of them; are gone. 
 She's screaming she's crying
 Her father is hitting her  
  For all the words she wrote
Saying She was a terrible person
  She stopped screaming for him to stop. 
 She muffled her own sobs 
She knows there's no use trying 
She's gonna stop writing 
She's done 
She can't let it out anymore 
Her release was found
Her thoughts revealed 
It wasn't safe anymore 
It got dangerous 
She has to give up.

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How Long Has It Been

It's been a year, three months and twenty days, since we said our first hello. You took my breath away.   
It's  been a year, two months and twenty three days since you asked me to be yours. My heart was yours.  
  It's been a year and four days since you took me on our first and last road trip together. So many laughs, Tears and kisses we shared that week. 
    It's been ten months and twenty-one days since I've felt your touch, felt your lips against mine and against my skin. You made me burn with passion and you seemed not able to get enough. 
   It's been Ten months and nineteen  days since you've told me goodbye. Told me I wasn't enough for your love. My heart had shattered.  
    It's been three hundred and twenty three days, forty-six weeks and a day and ten months and nineteen days since I've been okay. It's sad how I'm still picking up the pieces.

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Visit Your Mountain

You once told me to Paint a pretty picture 
   I asked for paint brushes and You gave me lead  
  Then You whispered,"You misunderstand Use your words."
 I looked at you with wonder and a gleam in my eyes.
   How could one paint using words? 
You said you Have the words, I can see it in you.  
 Just close your eyes and visit that little mountain you dream of at night 
     the words will come to you. 
   
   You told me to close my eyes and go to the mountain, you were right. 
The words came to me when it was silenced and I was calm. 
   That was almost four years ago. You've been dead awhile now.
 I visit your grave and as I sit there I visit my mountain
It's been so long since I returned there. I feel as if the inspiration was closed off. 
  
  Dear Grandmother, I whisper as the wind whips through my hair. 
you taught me the words, it starts to thunder.
you showed me my mountain, the rain is pouring. 
you taught me patience with myself, my clothes are soaked.  
I miss you so much and I started a cancer foundation,  I start to run 
I'll be back soon, I start tearing up as I whisper the final line 
  I'll save people with my paintings with words, I'll raise enough to save a life. 
Then The lesson of the mountain will be repaid.

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If I Write It Down

I've been sitting here for hours trying to write about us.
 What happened, how we started. 
All I've done is cry. I don't have the words to say what I want to.
 I'm too attached to the situation right now and I know if I type it, If I write it down in my poetry. 
Then it's real. 
Then It's really true. I can't deny it. If write it down then I have to accept it. 
I'm not ready for that.
 I don't think I'll ever be ready for that.