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Baby, how do I ask for your love without being pathetic?
You have invaded the most private of my spaces. You have taken up my dreams. Even in sleep, I see you.
Oh to be someone's first choice.
And will he hold you tight when you eventually mourn the death of your loved ones?

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— euthanasiaÂ
Mother, can I be euthanized? The pain is too much but I'm too scared to make myself bleed, choke myself or poison my already poisonous heart. Can I instead go away peacefully?Â
—forbidden
I am at that stage of longing, where even getting to stand next to you during pictures is enough. Our arms brush once and I don't move.
They brush again.
That is enough.
I remind myself you are forbidden.
—words
When they dissect my body, they will see that I am made up of your tears and your smiles.
And the words I never said to you.
—in my dream
I was out Christmas shopping.
I bumped into you at a market, so bright and beautiful. You came to me, acted like everything was okay. Like we were old friends, with simmering tension between us. You leaned in and kissed my cheek.
The touch of your lips on my skin felt so real, I woke up. Funny how I have actually never felt your lips on me.
—pages
I read about twenty three thousand pages this year and I found you in every one of them.

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—little love
What do I do with this overpouring love inside me? A love that eagerly seeks a host. One to hold and cherish for eternity. You see, I could not love my family. They did not love me. I had to choose between them and myself, and I chose me. And I loved myself because they did not love me.
I do not want to keep what little love I have to myself. I want to know what it feels like to love another and I need to know how it feels to be loved by the one you love.
Unconditionally.
—little love
What do I do with this overpouring love inside me? A love that eagerly seeks a host. One to hold and cherish for eternity. You see, I could not love my family. They did not love me. I had to choose between them and myself, and I chose me. And I loved myself because they did not love me.
I do not want to keep what little love I have to myself. I want to know what it feels like to love another and I need to know how it feels to be loved by the one you love.
Unconditionally.
—never mine
The perfume on my skin faded. I put it on for you.
The glitter on my eyelids and the smoke under my waterline smudged. I put it on for you.
The strands in my bun loosened, the pins prickled my scalp. I put it on for you.
I went in early, imagined you'd sit next to me.
You came in late and sat far away.Â
I caught glimpses of you, my sneaky eyes, my guilty stare finding its way back to you—knowing I shouldn't look.
I glanced at you and thought how lovely you looked. For the briefest of seconds, my heart soared and fluttered, my stomach twisted—before I remembered.
I should hate you. I do hate you.Â
But oh, how I dream of you, of the things we could have been.Â
Can one dare long for someone who was never hers?
— memoriesÂ
What am I without memories? The memory of a warm hand on my skin. The feeling of feather-light kisses on my lips. The memory of you inside my head. You and your quirks that exist in my memory and mine only. What am I without it all? What am I without the memory of you—both bitter and sweet?
— euthanasiaÂ
Mother, can I be euthanized? The pain is too much but I'm too scared to make myself bleed, choke myself or poison my already poisonous heart. Can I instead go away peacefully?Â

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— death
What do you do when existence feels like a punishment? When the urge to run a blade through your wrist becomes so strong that you practically taste the blood in your mouth. You think of your mother. Not for the reasons one would think, though. You think of your mother because she would have to wash your cold, dead body, murmuring curses under her breath, how you already made her exhausting life even more unbearable. She would have to pry off the press on nails from your fingers, while she wonders where she went wrong, what she did for you to be so selfish. My birth already ruined my mother's life. My death would be like adding fuel to the fire. What would she tell others when they ask her? What would happen to all the money and the abuse she spent only on me? It would all have been for nothing. I cannot kill myself. My mother would kill me.
— birthdays
I hate my birthdays. It always end with me getting disappointed. Even though I never had much hope to begin with.
The people closest to you always find new ways to break your heart.