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lifetoome · 3 months
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Marina Abramović is a Serbian conceptual and performance artist. Her work explores body art, endurance art, the relationship between the performer and audience, the limits of the body, and the possibilities of the mind
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lifetoome · 7 months
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i know i can be strange to others. i wish they could see through that. but we choose what we want to see . for me all people see are marks on my arm and the smell of weed that follows me . but underneath all that is a little girl who never wanted to go down this dark path.
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lifetoome · 7 months
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what's wrong with me. i cant go to sleep. i cant even eat, all i can do is think. my mind is never at ease. i think about how i could have been with you, how maybe then i could felt at peace, the idea of someone actually loving me for me and not just using me for my body, it doesn't feel real to me. i know that no man has ever truly loved me they just use me then leave.
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lifetoome · 7 months
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i'm such a fool i cant believe i got with you. was i so crazy to think the you would be different then the rest that you wouldn't just like me just because of my chest.
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lifetoome · 7 months
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I laid in my bed late last night, with a cart in my left hand, and a knife,  in my right. why do i always feel this way,it feels as if the numbness takes over me like a wave. leaving me thinking in my bed .when this painful life of mine end. when I think about dying, all I see is reflection pointing back at me. because my soul died a long time ago. and now its my time to go. i have been told that this feeling will go away. they put me on meds to speed it up. but i still am the same. i'm still stuck.
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lifetoome · 8 months
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he said to me late at night the he wants he in his life. yet he never wants people to see us together, when i saw him in the mall he just walked past me like i meant nothing to him at all. he only wants me for one thing, my body. he said to me that i am the girl of his dreams, yet he doesn't want to seen with me.
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lifetoome · 8 months
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i hate my face my big nose, and small lips .i know that my face isn't even close to the face that i crave. the kind of face he wants the one he loves, but what brings me the most pain is is not my face it's my mind that leaves me sad at night.
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lifetoome · 8 months
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i've never been the pretty one in any friend group or in my family. I've been told by loved ones that it's a good thing I'm funny. but funny doesn't get you the guy you like he prefers to look at girls that could be on magazines with her perfect hair, the shiny white teeth, their body like an hour glass. It's almost hard to believe. when I look at myself in the mirror well I can see is a monster, looking right at me, my ugly hair, my yellowest, teeth, and my body is a blur to me.
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lifetoome · 8 months
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something you may not know about me is that I've always lived in nyc. from a small child now to even as a teen. livening in the city you learn a lot of things. but as you get older, the rules tend to change. even if it's hot, you must bring a sweater because creepy old men live in all kinds of weather. if i go down the street when it's 90 degrees I can't wear a tank top or shorts without getting cat called or i fear something worse. why does it feel like having a body feel like a crime. putting the blame on myself when something goes wrong.
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lifetoome · 8 months
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when i see him
i cant help but think about a life with him
getting married and having kids.
we could be a perfect family,
but i know it could never be.
he only sees me for my body.
he thinks of me as if i were a piece of meat.
i think about him when i go to sleep,
it feels as if my heart only beats for him.
but he only wants me for one thing.
late at night when he can't sleep.
he calls me, and asks if i have a free.
deep down, I know he just wants my body,
he doesn't care how I feel.
or what i think.
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lifetoome · 8 months
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why not me,i say when i see those girls that are similar to the ones that are on tv with there pretty hair and straight white teeth. why is the world so mean to girls like me.
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lifetoome · 8 months
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If only she knew
If only she knew
I keep saying to my self after she is crying in the bathroom.
What I would do to let her see herself though my eyes,
to understand how she is truly beautiful.
The type of beauty that you can’t find in magazines
no models could ever compare to her,
it's as if she was a dream.
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