Other People
Hell is other people.
-Jean-Paul Sartre
Hell is other people who
Hell is other people.
-Jean-Paul Sartre
Hell is other people who
That's so true. I am from somewhere where flat girls are considered beautiful. My friends often make fun of me because I am not flat like them, and it often makes me cry, but now I'm used to...
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I watched the sun set.
I watched how,
just above the horizon,
the spectrum dimly asked for my attention.
The future is too far away to dream of.
The past is too far behind to dwell on.
The world is too big to go unnoticed.
Nature is too beautiful to be passed by.
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Profound are they whose words hurt
Or heal and make us whole.
Ever lyrically stripping us bare
To reveal our deepest thoughts.
Picture
I'm bound in a black dress
Laced with frill and feather.
I walk through the ashen woods
Through the mud and dirty weather.
I really like this app. It touched me in so many ways. It was like I was reading my life, especially about the abandonment that hurts so much. I'm only 14 and I'm searching for hope and peace...
"I"n this moment, my heart is open.
"N"ever before have I felt such powerful emotion.
It is "N"ow that I realize the true meaning of living.
It is for being loved, loving, "A"nd also forgiving.
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Success is not engraved
on the pieces of paper
that control our very lives.
Well I met the author of this poem in 4th grade, and she's one of the most remarkable people I have ever known or ever hope to know.
I don’t need to be the sun;
the center of it all.
Always present.
Always burning.
Life is a series of written pages,
Climaxes and minimum wages.
The words so carefully written
As life is craftily laden.
You see the beauty of the colors in the fall.
I see the leaves falling; their beauty is within.
You see the colors of the rainbow.
I see the outline of the sunlight bouncing off the rain.