Weakening Strength

I’m weak and tired,
shaky and damaged.
Why does strength make me
weak?
Why every time I stand strong
do I shake and inside,
turn meek?
Strength rips off my flesh
and tears my insides
so the timid, helpless child
can no longer hide—
No longer hide
the tears, the screams
the slashing, the gashing,
the moaning the pain,
the ashes, the crashes,
the rain, no gain.
Strength grabs me, it stabs me
and sets me afire;
it slaps me, it snaps me,
running me down
to the mud and the mire.
I walk proudly
as strength kills me from the
inside out.
I scream and shout
but my pain reaches not one ear
while I fall and shake,
cry and break;
yelling for something to save
me,
for strength to stop raping me
and killing me
with every breath I take.

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Choosing the correct confidentiality document

When drawing up a legal contract to protect confidentiality, using the appropriate legal document is essential.

Two documents are used to protect confidentiality:

1. The confidentiality agreement. It is a legal tool that binds one or more parties to nondisclosure of confidential or proprietary information. It is suitable for collaborations.
2. The nondisclosure agreement (NDA). It is a type of confidentiality agreement used when there's a one-way exchange of confidential information.

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Message

Upon a mailbox
I did stumble
And all that I wished
Was to leave a message
Perfect, like they were.
This is what I left:

I want to leave a message
Something Beautiful
And touching
Yet witty
And humorous
Intelligent
But not pretentious...

I guess this will work

I love you.
That is all.

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Where would i be without you two...

you guys bring me happiness everyday
when i see you at school
or when we're walking home

when i need to cry on someones shoulder
you guys are the ones i would go to
and ones that would actually care

we have the best of times together
i remember the joke we shared months ago
the insides we have from everyday

when I'm mad at someone else
i go to talk to you guys
u can feel my anger and pain

where would i be without you two...

dedicated-
Casey D.(Gertrude) and Elaina H. I dont know what i would do without you two. You guys complete me i SO many ways. I love you guys and i always will!!!

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Just a Girl Crush?

Running away from the idea that you might just gave caught feelings for the same gender instead of labelling it as a passing 'girl crush' is a classic heteronormative narrative we, as females, have learned over the ages. Why shun the idea that we're not just fascinated by the object of our affections' specific traits but might just be wishing to ask her on a date?

My Everything (personal)

My tears of pain could not have justified my love for you.
What else am I supose to do?
All I can do is sit here and cry.
Write down my thoughts,
expressing all my feelings.
I wish I didn't have to though.....
I wish I could just shut it all out.
Block out everything,
turn my heart cold,
black.
Nothing in there.
Completly empty;
like a bottomless pit.
Everything empty;
but now.....
I have to deal with this.
How?
I don't know.
It ponders through my mind all the time.
Should I?
Shouldn't I?
Knowing me,
my decision will be bad.
That's always the outcome.....
no matter what.
I can feel my heart beating faster everytime I think about it.
Faster,
faster,
and faster!
I just want it all to stop.
GET OUT OF MY HEAD!
GO AWAY!
I don't want you here anymore!
You took over my mind.
I can't block you out.
Why?
That's my question.....
Why do you have this great power over me?
Why does it exsist?
Can't it just disapear?
No.....
that will never happen.
It's impossibile.
I can't explain it;
it's just too confusing to.
Can't you see what you are doing to me?
It hurts too much babe.....
You have caused me all this pain and torture.
It's all too much to bear.
I'm losing control over my life.
You control me now;
not me.
You are my keeper,
my owner,
my lover:
"I wish."
How long is this going to go on?
Weeks?
Months?
Years?
No,
I know the answer.....
forever.
I will always be yours.
You will always have the power over me;
for always and forever.
Even in death,
I will belong to you.
You are my everything.
Nobody can take that away from me.
I wish you would open your sparkling eyes and realize.....
realize my love;
love for you.
You always push it away.
Whenever I try to be there for you,
you block me out.
Making your heart cold,
black.
Completly empty.
You know I will always be there for you.
All I want to do is see you happy.
When you smile,
it makes me smile as well.
Just one look at you,
and my heart fills with joy.
I feel the butterflies in my stomach;
head pounding,
heart aching,
all for you.
I know time helps ease the pain,
but not for me.
I gave way too much fucking time.
All that time.....
and for what?
YOU!
It wasn't even worth it,
you didn't seem to care.
Now I can never have that time back.
So I sit here alone.
In the dark.
With the thoughts of you running through my mind.
It hurts too much.
This pain is not what I want.
I wish the pain could be over,
but it's not.
I don't think it ever will be.
So what do I do from here?
Honestly,
I don't really know.
I wish you would come up to me and say,
"I love you."
"I love you too hunni."
I wish to be free.
Free from your world,
and everything in it.
I don't think I could do that though.
So the days grow longer,
nights grow shorter;
while this pain runs through my body.
Why can't I move on?
Why can't I just say,
"Fuck you!"
because you mean so much to me.
I care too much for you.
I wish it all could be over.
I can't go on like this anymore.
So for now,
I'll see what the future holds.
David,
You know you will always be in my heart;
no matter what happens.
You were my first love.
Noone can take that away.
You are my everything.

*Dedicated to DBH

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Nanny with a Child - Eva Gonzales

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Czóbel Béla Portrait De Jeune Femme - Bela Czobel

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Pressed

Were you thinking of me today
Am i ever what your thinking to say
Do you ever wonder about where i go
Ever wish you were there with me though?
I wonder where you are right now
Am i all alone somehow
No trust in myself
Not looking for help
Just wondering about all the things that were said
Did you mean what you said in my bed
Sorry for putting you there
All i wanted to do was care
Now you are lost and ive gone missing
Was it in my mind you and i were kissing
What have i done did i do it again
Did i fuck it all up to lose another friend
Now can i stop trying
Cause in this house im dying
They give me shit day in day out
All they ever fucking do is shout
Im trying to forgive myself for what ive done
These bruises and cuts have just begun
They settled me down pressed the pain within
Pressed in so deep it broke through the skin
Oh how it burns blood mixed with tears
Of all the pain i held through the years
Im cold weak and lonely
Im not waiting for you to start actin phony
Here we go i take my last breath
Wonder what theyll say now that i left...

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