Excellent Auburn Jewel

Dear Washington,

You consumed my joy,

yet you also added smiles to my days.

You stole my proof--

Proof that there is such thing as fate,

that there is such thing as defeating one's fears,

and meeting your wish,

on the road to Damascus.

Take care of my joy,

my wish.

Take care of my Friend

-Belle Rose

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Photo from: AuthenticGrowth.com Words talked over, my voice inside my head Eyes controlled me, my skin burned, cut, and dead Anxiety, told me the biggest lies Notebook pages, soaked up all my loud cries Every mistake, piled up on my chest Heart beat, fast pace, impossible to rest The attention, self-esteem took hold of It hurts to unwrap, what a gift is self-love.

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I'm only writing because I have an urge. And all of these feelings, I will have to submerge. From the guilt after, telling someone my pain. The embarrassment, of my my borderline brain. The insecure lies, my anxiety finds. The weak side of me, reattached to their minds. When I'm all alone, those caring voices sink Today I'll save me, It's better done in ink. -Belle Rose

2009-2010

"You tore me apart, just look at my scars. Your clouds and hatred covered my bright stars." -Belle Rose

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