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Mirror, Mirror, by Shupshup, literature

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Mirror, Mirror,

Mirror, Mirror, on the wall... Why do I loathe the things I see? It's not that the form is unnatractive, but more that It isn't me. Mirror, Mirror, on the wall... Who Is this stranger hanging there? For 22 years I've looked and searched, but cannot find ME anywhere. Mirror, Mirror, on the wall... Are you aware, how you hurt me? I won't be content 'till I find the image that I wish to see.

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-untitled 1- by Shupshup, literature

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How could something so innocent, cause such distress and drama? Just a chance to talk, and get to know her, I thought you trusted me enough to know that I'd never hurt her, or rush her into anything. No, you threaten me. I know you're very protective of her, but she is her own woman, she knows how to take care of herself, and if she didn't want to, she'd have said no. It's just a date.

Do Mo Shonuachar by Shupshup, literature

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Do Mo Shonuachar

Regret, Is not something I feel often, for I try to tell myself that my past has made me who I am. But I don't always like this person. But as far as regret, I truly regret only one thing in this existence of near 22 years. I Regret having ever left you. And having lost you for so long, because I lost myself. It Kills Me that I was not part of your life for those years. I Love You. And now I've lost you. It is a better thing that you have found your soul-mate, I guess. Your sonuachar ... Is tú mo shonuachar I feel this keenly. At least, I did. How

Transformation by Shupshup, literature

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Transformation

Silence, this is the sound of a heart breaking. this is the sound of me dying. giving up that which I want, to give you both happiness. It's worth It. I love you both. you deserve each other, without me getting in the way. These feelings I have, are nearly hidden once more. I accept them, and the pain, which Is made worth it by the comfort, and the joy, of knowing you both, of loving you both and calling you my friends. and so, the pain lessens, with the sheer love I feel for both of you. and the calm understanding that you both belong together.

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Hope is Mortal by poetMacabre, literature

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Hope is Mortal

Followed I the little bird, and hummed back the melodies of the lone one in flight from tree to tree into the night, with not a single word; upon the silence wrote the bird a song of joy in melodies,- succulent spring in melodies, from tree to tree to find a blossom hiding amidst wintry bossom. And I hummed, behind the bird, surreal disjoint melodies, reflecting my own maladies, watching, true, the bird above, whose ides, content in love, promising a dawn of sun, teasing hope like nature's pun, as winter held me, and the bird. Frantic search, the bird pursued, and my reflective hum ensued, my haggard hopes ensued (an icy grasp upon my heart,