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Author: goldenchild31

A passionate 17 year old with a love of words.
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to be loved

love is torture concealed in sweet coatings but beneath the surface something wicked brews   love isn’t real it disappoints falling short of expectations. i envy those who are deceived   love feels real almost alive – a bouquet of roses cut from their stems. but the flowers always die.   so someone tell me what it is like to be truly loved?     … Continue reading to be loved

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31March 21, 2020July 15, 2020Leave a comment
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at last, alive

She felt him next to her – his warmth radiating, his heartbeat pulsing steadily for the both of them. She heard his peaceful sigh as they gazed out into the sea of trees. An open plain of rolling green hills, with green and blue and pink pressed into the sky above them and leaking onto the halos of their peaks. And the green was wild. … Continue reading at last, alive

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31March 19, 2020April 16, 2020Leave a comment
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don’t tell me

don’t tell me you’re sorry you’re different now   don’t tell me it was a mistake you’ve changed you’ve changed.   don’t tell me you’ve missed me you need me   don’t tell me – because i might just believe it     Continue reading don’t tell me

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31March 19, 2020March 19, 20202 Comments
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fine.

it’s fine. abandon me reject me and the love i give to you it doesn’t hurt.   it’s ok. smile and say you love me then do the same to someone else a little better a little louder it’s not like i fall for it.   it’s fine. i promise it doesn’t twist or wring my soul into knots when i think of your rejection. … Continue reading fine.

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31May 12, 2019March 19, 2020Leave a comment
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feathers

plumes of white wistful softness the machines of feathered flights   adorning the wings of floating angels sailing on breathy winds   silken tufts cloaking the barren creature lightly a coat of weightless warmth   feathers.   -goldenchild31         Continue reading feathers

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31May 12, 2019May 12, 2019Leave a comment
ramblings, writing

columbine killer

Love is more valuable than anything I know. To love is to enter a completion of one’s self. I hate those who choose to destroy a love, who take it for granted. love is greater than life even. As i look for love, i feel i can’t find it. ever. but something tells me i will. Someday. Somewhere. As my love will find me. She … Continue reading columbine killer

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31May 1, 2019March 19, 2020Leave a comment
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you did this

The girl’s hair fell about her shoulders, blurring the edges of her face in a way that brought a hidden vulnerability, a veiled fear – perhaps, the truth. At the thought of what she had just seen, at what she had just done, she curled her shoulders into herself, her shallow and invisible breaths carrying with them a sense of urgency she could not bring … Continue reading you did this

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31April 25, 2019March 21, 2020Leave a comment
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aching heart

an aching heart doesn’t just go away. even though you want it to. it sits there, eternally rotting – a fruit green with envy, jealousy. grown and nurtured by the fear inside of you. you can’t turn off an aching heart. it hangs like a weight from that beating organ so that soon enough, it pulses faster and harder than in should even in the … Continue reading aching heart

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31April 15, 2019April 15, 2019Leave a comment
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if what they say is true…

i don’t believe that someone can just be gone. there’s a god out there who’s taken her because he couldn’t bear to be without her. i know it.   i don’t believe that someone you love can just disappear from your life. because what, then is the point?   i don’t believe that in a split second all your loving and all your hating can … Continue reading if what they say is true…

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31April 15, 2019July 15, 2020Leave a comment
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nothing lasts

life soars stumbling to the stars and back again because nothing lasts except the pain.   goldenchild31 Continue reading nothing lasts

Unknown's avatargoldenchild31April 15, 2019April 15, 2019Leave a comment

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