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After Ryan Shaver's pestering, Hannah wrote a poem, and presented it to the Evergreen Poetry Club. Hannah then started to write more and more poems. Afterwards, Ryan took her first poem and published it in his magazine, Lost and Found, all without Hannah's consent.Before Ryan published the poem, Hannah had written multiple poems.

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Hey, it's Hannah, Hannah Baker. That's right. Do not adjust the device you are listening on. It's me, live and in stereo.

This was the first poem we heard of Hannah's, revealed in

Today I am wearing lacy black underwear

for the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them.

And underneath that?

I am absolutely naked.

And I’ve got skin. Miles and miles of skin;

I’ve got skin to cover all my thoughts like Saran Wrap

that you can see through to what leftovers are inside from the night before.

And despite what you might think, my skin is not rough, nor is it bullet proof.

My skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred.

But that doesn’t matter, right?

You don’t care about how soft my skin is.

You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark.

But what if all they do is crack open windows

So I can see lightning through the clouds?

What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air?

What if all they reach for is a notebook to scribble not a hand to hold?

But that’s not the story you want.

You are licking your lips and baring your teeth.

Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going in.

I don’t need to be the water in the well.

I don’t need to be the well.

But I’d like to not be, the ground anymore.

I’d like to not be the thing people dig their hands in anymore... for something they can own.

Some girls know all the lyrics to each other’s songs.

They find harmonies in their laughter.

Their linked elbows echo in tune.

What if I can’t hum on key?

What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears?

Some people can recognize a tree,

A front yard, and know they’ve made it home.

How many circles can I walk in before I give up looking?

How long before I’m lost for good.

It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning.

It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself.

But I keep swallowing what I thought was air.

I keep finding stones tied to my feet.

Justin

It was the smile that did it, first

The way it seemed so easy for you

to be so happy.

That smile I wish I'd never seen

You can't see what's going on

Because what's going on is too deep and

too dark for you to see

Everyone's smiling and talking, and happy

and i'm thinking

How the fuck are so you so happy when I'm screaming inside!

I want to leave, but I can't

I'm bound by the will I can never give up

Why am I stopping?

I want to leave but I can't

I'm bound by the will I can never give up

You do what you have to,

to try and survive

I may be ugly, but at least I'm alive

Oh, fruit forbidden

so sour, so sweet

I have been banished from the garden

and I don't think I miss it

and yet i want another bite

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Love Letter

They told me that I was meant for the cleaner life

that you would drag me through the mud

They said that you would tread all over me

that they could see right through you.

That you were full of hot air

that I would always be chasing.

Always watching you disappear after sleeker models

that it would be a viscous cycle.

But I knew better. I know about your rough edges

and I have seen your perfect curves

I will fit into whatever spaces you let me

If loving you means getting dirty, bring on the grime

This was revealed in "The Little Girl",

Hannah's poem 'The Intruder'

Here's how it works: you lie on your back on your floor

while the other girls at the sleepover put their hands beneath you

chant light as a feather, stiff as a broad

and up you float: like magic

Here's how it works: you make a tight fist and hold your wrist

so when you let go and the blood rushes in,

it feels like spiders crawling through your fingers

Here's how it works: you stand in a doorway

and press your arm against the frame

so when you step through, the drift up like you're flying

It's easy to find your own wind

It's easy to believe in magic

Here's how it works: you stare at bright pictures

and look at a white wall

and the ? appears in ?

Sometimes the intruder doesn't need to break a window

Sometimes they already have the key

I'm saying that the house is on fire

And all I know how to do is write poems

All I know how to do is arrange flowers on the table

of a burning home

I am pressing against the frame

I am chanting the right words

I am gripping my fists and letting them go

I am doing what I have to to trick my body

Until the rest of me believes

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I am not the only traveler

Who has not repaid his debt

I've been searching for a trail to follow again

Take me back to the night we met

And then I can tell myself

What the hell I'm supposed to do

And then I can tell myself

Not to ride along with you

I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

Haunted by the ghost of you

Oh, take me back to the night we met

When the night was full of terrors

And your eyes were filled with tears

When you had not touched me yet

Oh, take me back to the night we met

I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

Haunted by the ghost of you

Take me back to the night we met

The kind of lonely I'm talking about is when you feel you've got nothing left. Nothing and no one. Like you're drowning and no one will throw you a line

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