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“The Bracelet Project.
Each disorder has a color that corresponds to it.
Anorexia is Red.
Bulimia is Purple.
EDNOS is Pink.
Depression is blue.
Self harm is Orange or Black.
Fasting at the time is Green.
Suicidal is Yellow.
Overweight/Obese is Turquoise.
Anxiety/Panic disorder/OCD is Teal.
Adding 1 white bead means you’re trying to recover.
If your bracelet is half of the color that your disease is and half white it means you’re in recovery.
You can also make the strand the main disorder you have then add beads to your lesser disorders, or if you have EDNOS,
My Love Was Your Joke by WRITERandPOET, literature
Literature
My Love Was Your Joke
by Fall Poisonous
I wrote countless love songs for you,
Only to throw them all away.
Throwing out my emotions,
An endless cycle on replay.
I met you where you said to,
You were never there.
It was all a joke,
Too much for me to bear.
HEARTBREAK!
You thought you could pull off,
Such a devious act.
It was all games to you,
None of it was true.
My love was your joke.
You knew how I felt,
And toyed with my emotions.
Took advantage of the chance,
Advantage of my devotion.
HEARTBREAK!
You thought you could pull off,
Such a devious act.
It was all games to you,
None of it was true.
My love was your joke.
Heartbreak,
All of
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I extend my hand towards you,
tears running down my face.
I run as fast as I can,
but you are always out of my reach.
Just one last touch.
Just one last hug.
Just one last I love you.
Dad.
Suddenly, you are gone.
In the blink of an eye, you are gone.
I collapse on my knees.
Crying to the heavens above...
...why?
Why couldn't I say I love you...
one last time...
before you were gone forever...
Its strange now how our lives have changed.
Some claim this is all prearranged.
But, here I am, clad in this pretty black dress dad.
I know you dont like it when I cry but I cant help but be sad.
Standing by your side, I want to lie there beside you.
Daddy, I never even got to bid you adieu.
Youll never know how much that hurt,
Never getting to remind you that Ill always be your little girl.
There are times I catch myself starting to tear up,
Every time I see a picture of you, even if isnt a close-up.
You never were like other fathers,
Yet, that was never a bit of a bother,
For though sometimes