“When you've got a volatile family member, one perpetually living on the edge, you get used to the ever-present sense of panic. The fear that you'll finally lose them to their own fucking devices. It's a marathon with no end 'cause their end is the one thing you're trying desperately to avoid. Until you fail. Until they stumble and fall dead across the finish line. And then? It's too fucking late.

Once it's too late—there's no more yelling. Or crying. The tears dry up, and the self-loathing sets in. The resentment. Why couldn't they have done better? Why couldn't YOU have done better? But those answers were as irrelevant as the fucking questions.
None of them mattered, 'cause he was fucking dead.

I expected to be devastated. Full of fucking regret.
What I failed to anticipate was the molten rage coursing through my veins."

Eleventh Hour: An Ally Jean Novel

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"Could we appeal to him?"

"Oh, you'd appeal to him,
and he'd try to eat you, own you, or end you."

"Not the first, won't be the last."

Ari & The Underground

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So tired
Of searching
For someone
With no
Desire to
Be found.

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You abandoned me
In my time of need.
(for just a minute, bitch.
Let's tell it like it is)

I was a mess
You got stressed
Too much duress
For your mind to process.

Loyalty was fleeting
Your promises? Misleading.
Lucky my heart's still beating
After this excessive bleeding.

Fuck your promises.
Fuck your lies.
Fuck your love—
It fucked my life.

For just a minute, bitch.
Let's tell it like it is.

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" #DearNotShakespeare,
I'll be the one
You come back to—
I volunteer.
Please, no jeers.
I've made it quite clear
There'll be space here
When you're ready
For your rightful place
Beside me."

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"Lightning moves about 30,000 times faster than a bullet.
However, a bullet is fast enough."
-@haleybcu

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Dear #NotShakespeare,
I'm sick of writing books for you.
To you. About you.
I'm revolted by my prose,
Nauseated by my poems, &
Vexed by my text.
Hexed.
Cursed.
You're the fucking worst,
& I love you
More than most.

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Never saw my flaws
'Til I caught a glimpse
Via someone else's eyes.

In the same visage?
I've yet to view
Such beauty.

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Snap.
Branch breaks.
Earth rushes closer.
Snap.

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It erases a part of myself
Of who I am.
The very notion
That made you love
And un-love
My beautiful
Broken self.

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