For over a year now, I’ve taken myself out of my comfort zone on numerous occasions, all to serve one purpose: to build up the confidence of different, unsuspecting girls, one step at a time. This miracle is achieved quite simply. If you like their eyeliner, tell them. If you like their dress, tell them. […]
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Alanna Cross was twelve. When twelve was the age of long division She hurt her wrist through incision When twelve was the age of pushing dolls in a pram She was seen flashing through a webcam Alanna Cross lifted her shirt. And then the question “send me a picture” A photo that would change lives […]
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This paper plane that’s on my wrist Flies round and round my clenched fist As steel is pressed upon my skin To spill the things that are within This paper plane that’s on my wrist Can’t stop the ploy of Fate’s cruel twist Can’t stop the feelings of despair Can’t fill my heaving lungs with […]
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Next time you see me Try to find how hollow my smile has become. How it bears all my teeth to prove I am complete But most of them have cavities anyway. Next time you see me Grab my hand and show me the light. I’ll surely be burned like the ghoul that I am […]
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1. Believe in love, every kind, big and small, weak and strong. 2. But don’t wait for him. Or any guy. Or anyone at all. They’ll never be able to give you what you really want. They’ll only hold you back, when I know that you can fly so far, as long as you’re doing […]
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When you need me You can’t find me When you find me You don’t need me What am I? Dani Steinberg is a 13-year-old from Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She spends her free time reading, drawing, singing, and playing table tennis. She hopes to work as an artist or in the film […]
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These walls are unbroken Inside them I’m breaking bending bleeding Pleading for freedom far from this prison I’ve built. Lyrical liar don’t listen to your words You don’t hear the things they say. You’ve sliced off your ears. You’ve cut off your face. What mind hides behind that mindless mask? Don’t make my blindness last. […]
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i bled shades reflected on prisms and you held your paintbrush all too eagerly smearing my words across your canvas rearranging my thoughts to fit snug into the ideas that you tucked into the hollows of your bones and stitched into the skin of your reflection you burnt me until i was ashes and doubt […]
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