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N Apr 2022
Once the seed of doubt is planted
it feeds on our minds
and grows into a tree of fear
N Dec 2021
i'm a ghost
slowly watching myself
fade into nothing
N Jun 2021
there are 170 000 words in the English language
yet nothing I say is ever good enough
N Jun 2021
feeling blue
tears falling
i feel as though
i am the sky
N Apr 2021
Bloodstains on the white carpet
She lies supine, gaze fixed on the ceiling
Smothered by an infinite ocean of red
Never to be seen again
N Apr 2021
His colours fade away
into dark waves of gray
No more wide eyes
As the light dies
And I can't pretend
that it's not the end.
N Apr 2021
the number lowers
bit by bit
it is never enough
it will never be enough
not until my body is perfect
and i’m light as a feather
floating up into the sky
goodbye world.
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