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Jesse (Jenn)

Bronze Poet
Kso, I\'m really messed up. I\'m pansexual I\'m transgendered female to male. I love singing, reading, writing, hiking, writing music, and listening to music. I guess you can call me an emo kid. I love black stuffz, and hardcore screamo music. In my mind people shouldn\'t be catagorized because of how they dress or what they listen too, but thats just the way things work I guess. Be nice to me and I\'ll return the favour <3 Some facts about me: -I'm a boy . -My name is Jesse . -I have a cat . -I have braces . -I hate spiders . -I'm terrified of clowns . -I have freaking amazing headphones . -I'm strange . -I hate blue pens . -I love cupcakes . -I still sleep with my childhood teddybear . -I don't know what else to write . -I'm a bit of a loner, but I can be really sociable . -I'm really shy . -I honestly can't believe your still reading this . -I'm out of things to say about myself .

A Waltz in Recovery4.8 (96%) 5 vote[s]

Dance with the devil

Play with the flame

Feelings can’t touch you

When it’s only a game.

Let’s flirt with danger

Just to tempt fate

Forget the future

Caution can wait.

Avoid your demons

Run from the past

Smile at destruction

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Attraction4 (80%) 2 vote[s]

I crave the way you hold me tight

I need the rush of pills

My blood is my addiction

And there’s tears on all the windowsills

You promised not to leave me

And since I won’t let you go

Then I guess you’re stuck with … Continue reading Attraction

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Screams

Echo, inside

Wanting / needing

To be fed.

Never-ending

Pangs feel like home

She whispers

Or does she yell?

Trapped

Vicious. Cycle.

Recovery

Is

Void.

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I overdosed, on alcohol and pills

I almost died, I’d written my wills

Yet I’m still here

My greatest fear.

My mind is jailed

My attempt has failed

Ill try again, just you wait

Ill be dead, and you’ll be late

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The first step to an unknown world of differences, I took it

I cried and I lied and don’t trust you, but now here I sit As I sit on the dusty floor of the hospital room I’m wondering if they’ll help me out of my mindful … Continue reading My Hospital Stay