Jessica Thompson

As the people die.
The hope fades.
Blood spills.
Only to be wasted.
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Hallo, Du stehst in meinder Tür
Es ist sonst niemand hier, ausser Dir und mir
Komm doch erstmal rein, der Rest geht von allein
In Zimmer 483
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Staring.
Into oblivion.
Nothing.
In particular.
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This really.
Sucks.
Boredom.
Sadness.
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'' I love you.''
You say.
Whisper.
Smile.
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Day after day.
Seems like it has.
Forsaken me.
My watch.
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Standing in the mirror.
Glaring at my faults.
Remembering the jeers.
From other people.
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Falling, falling into this puddle.
Of my own tears.
I'm crying and trying to see your face.
It's faded.
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Laying in the sun.
Hoping it will kill me.
Nothing.
Human blood.
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There's no need for this.
Foolishness.
Lust.
Just to cause others pain.
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Look so peaceful.
Laying in the bed.
I smile and try.
Just to reach them.
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How can you sleep?
Knowing that.
You left me.
All alone.
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Broken-hearted.
Loved by everyone.
You love one.
He makes you.
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Sweat trickling down my brow.
As you sit in front of me.
Mother.
Bitte.
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Smart.
Yet dumb.
Fun.
But serious.
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Boredom.
Blah, Blah.
UGH!
Hate sitting here.
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du Lieg.
zu Mich.
Warum?
Ich liebe Du.
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You lie.
To me.
Why?
I love you.
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Forgeting is easy.
So mindless.
Takes no effort.
Most of us.
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So dumb.
Yell random words.
Like, '' I'm Chris Brown! ''
You crawl out of windows.
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