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It was a dark and storm night in Tompkins Square Park...

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it was at that exact moment that i realized everything i said before was the result of a stroke. I AM FREE i finally make sense be free

i taste you you taste like forgiveness and ink

ink also wash your tips. youv dont know where everyones tips have ben

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ihonestlyitsabeautifuli

itsabeautifuldaytodayimsittinginthisparktakingineveything.kidsplaying hearingthesoundofmusicplayinginthebackground.itspeaceful. ihonestlycannontremeberthelasttimeisat downandtakinginever workandschollhastakingover ,mylife. lifehasafunnywayofhitting youwiththeunexpected somanyemotions somanyemtotionsonedayhappyonedaysad. iamthehappiestihaveever beeninalongtime.thescarythingallthehapinesscancomeandgo ioftenwonderwhypainisapartoflife. whycanthappinessjusttakeoverourlives.

whydoespainhastobeinvolved

whymustwehavetofeelhurt

ijustwanttobesurroundedbyhappiness

allneedsomeoneweallwanttobeheard

andtofeelunderstand

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I just got back from Gettesbug college today. all bout prparingn for senior yearand the college application. for the others students thet all had fears of stress

, disapointment, and judgemment. I on the other hand, oh wait sorry gotta go. go!

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To all the boys I've ever loved beforeI think I've lost count of all one of you. It is easy to lose repressed memories Just as easy as it was to lose myself in you Or the way you lost yourself in me I think we forget virginities come once in a blue moon I came three times Or perhaps I lost count. Love,

Poe-it Now back to these confessions. They are like young boys playing soccer

with father figures you've never known but always wished you have.

It is easy to go looking for prizes in boxes of generic brand cereals.

Momma always told you you never needed the real thing. Soo you grew up

only knowing love like generic brand cereals and Saturday morning cartoons.

And, at 23 years old, I think I've finally become okay with that. ^Tammy Poe^it Lopez

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lohhi how love is love hi how no is love love is nice zara is zaa nniicoinicolol lollol ooomm is here zara zarazqaqrazarazarsa zaraazarazara zarahi

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7/9/15I find it refreshing to leave ,my sins here, it is why I will probably

not be going to confession this week. This typewriter like holy black

screen that separates me from the father. I saved hundreds on therapy

sessions by switching to the typewriter for the day. I don't need to

sit face to face with my doodling other half. Here is where I will leave

some sins, some rants, some poorly kept secrets and myself. Just wait, for

there is a little girl that is my childhood waiting for me to finish.

T. Poe_it Lopez

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Lets's beginLet's start this once again. it's obv

ious I do not know how to type

on this, but there is a start.

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hello people of new york. im from a very far away place but it seems most people from new york are also from other places. if you read this,be

reassured with the knowledge that

you are not alone, you are loved

and you have a story and a chance to make a difference. also, try to smile- the

people here look so angry. love you bye

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MINECRAFT IS SUPER AWESOME AND TERRARIA IS NOT COOL W TROLLLLLLLL TROLL LOLOLOLO OK UP NEXT LOLOLDEA

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Hi the rei just wanted to say hi thats all have a sweet day peace

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my name is Spencer and i am a chill ass mofucka respect the people and fuck the man.

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This parkElm trees

Shapely, shady

A dawn redwood where there use to be an elm

A pink and green beech

And the crusties

Soccer ball kickers

Gray haired women weeding

Hot sunbathers

Typewriter booth

Cruddy bathrooms

Outstanding park

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listenlisten

santa is for

children

.........

Love is for young

youthfuls

......

Good is for grown ups

once young grown old

.....

delusions are keys to enduring

this eternity

.........

Yet here we are.

pushing along coco brown ismyfriend and she likes the LES.

llcoollinc

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Interrupted; sorry, excuse the break

Just like my life, this instant makes no different..

Half thoughts, scatterbrained

And now spaces / mistakes shown in ink.

...Relative//3333

D.k.a.d

.........

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Anytime I walk out of a museum of modern arti need a dose of reality so we come to tompkins square park

glad to be able to touch everything we see and not feeling dumb for not

getting the deeper meaning

fantasy reality history and the future intersection............

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I loved and i,ve lost. Not only my self but my world was gone.I know this boyyp, his name is Lucas, he loves me,but i dont love him the same

way. His wyes tell a story ive never known, his mind is a whole new world A whole new challange. Hes now my boyfriend, hes my world, but i dont know

what i am to him. he doesnt love me the same way. he smokes, abuses drugs

and ruins his body. but i cant help but to feel drawn to him, i just want

to love him and take care of him. i want to devote my life to him and be with

him forever, but honestly, how long can we keep this up for? eventually ,

ill lose him as well// although he does terrible things to himself i know

he still cares for me and loves me like no otther. thanks for everything my love my love

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i i thought quite often about lifes idiosinceracies. things see,mingly happen for know reason. ive always been the complicated person, much more

so now that i have gotten older. amongst all the bad and misfortunate i

still believe in love. its the one things that despite everything else i will

never doubt. whether il. ll be ready for it again will be a test of my character.

until that day comes i will continue tto believe what a lot would assume

is ridiculous. i believe in love, i always will. this is my one truth.

stay happy, be hoepful, and love as much as possible.

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dads on the corner, wearing their badges, "time for bed its 2am" Yelling thm miicrophes. lost, so lost, hoq to find the way home. birds singing,rats running, squirtle climbing

the trees are falling all around me

whar happened, where did all the love go

...

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thee waythe way that you addressed me way demeaning, and not kind, and you havethe right to voice all the issues you want, and in fact i want you to so i can correct them , but i want to be spoken to with respect. not to send

angry texts and talk down to me. i dont deserve to come home to that.

in the long run, things will be much ,more peaseful -peaceful if we all

treat each other at least cordially, and i didnt even get that treatment

yesterday, and if nothing else, thats at least how i expect to be treated.

this isnt about "TElling you how to react to things" as you said this

morning. this is me telling you that i want and deserve respect, and will

not settle for verbal abuse.

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