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17/Earth
so funny how I'm losing hair losing the weight I worked so hard to keep or how I can relapse after so long being clean, how all I want to be is not sober. fell so behind in school its really hard to say if I can pull it off this time. cant imagine how hard it would be to not have music playing over everything, my favorite not so favorite song is "all I can see" on top of "whipski". I want to stop and sit and let myself be cold, but stopping means I might just slip up I guess its the fast life or no life. helping everyone is nice till you get into this spot.
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Apr 29, 2021
Apr 29, 2021 at 1:39 PM UTC
slow down or something
two words that make my heart shatter but also the words that still make my heart flutter even though i know that we ant be like that anymore. the simplest words that bring back all of your plays and our inside jokes with all of the laughs we shared its funny how something so simple can mean so much
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 1:54 AM UTC
short cake
when we are old with wrinkles craved into our smile lines like we never stopped smiling and laughing when we were together, when our hands are cold and move like rusty doors on a broken down car, after our high school reunion where everyone knows your name because of all your art work or the movies you stared in. i hope one day i'll show you how much you mean to me, maybe i will write them down on coffee stained paper, keep them in a box with a cute red bow your favorite colour. but that day may never come, till then i will wait. just like i told you i would, for the day to show you the stars and the moon that you have given me, that i have kept.
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Feb 25, 2021
Feb 25, 2021 at 1:52 AM UTC
i'll show you one day
its so much easier to climb into bed and pull the blanket up past the legs that held you up all day and over your head that's so stubborn where all your dark shadows live crawl back into a hole where you can wrap yourself in the blanket that weighs to much to move even the slightest to get out and walk three steps to the fridge so the blanket gets bigger and your body gets smaller till there is nothing but a blanket for someone else
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Feb 14, 2021
Feb 14, 2021 at 2:05 AM UTC
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The thing that calms me the most about                   The virus Is to see how many people run around lost                     And scared and stressed Never sure if or when they could die or get it    With anxiety I'm constantly worried         And stressed But to watch as the rest of the world              Break down There is were I find my calm
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Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 3:18 AM UTC
Stress case finds calm in a stom
The thing about quarantine Is that it never seems to hold a time value A nap on Tuesday at 4 pm Can be a nap on a Friday at 2 pm You see under quarantine you are never truely sure The day or time      Much like a trap
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Mar 23, 2020
Mar 23, 2020 at 3:09 AM UTC
Quarantine
I go out Most nights They consist of slushes and candy and sweet night time kisses Most nights it’s dark and I remember to put things back Not last night Unlike most nights I forgot I forgot to pick up and be quite. Now my most nights will be no nights.. And my sweet kisses will be a wet pillow full of sadness
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Aug 19, 2019
Aug 19, 2019 at 11:10 PM UTC
Most nights
I'd love to be loved The thought of someone keeping me smiling or holding hands and the small jokes I love the thought of being in love The thought of how things would be or could be If I wasn't so scared to take a leap of faith than these                 Thoughts Wouldn't be just                         Empty actions
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 2:03 AM UTC
The thoughts count to right?
I'm awake Wide awake at 12 in the morning Ready for my eyes to be heavy with sleep, but instead my eyes are heavy with tears While my family is sleeping in the bed next to mine I lay still and empty of life as not to wake them at 12 in the morning, when the world itself is not even up yet
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May 12, 2019
May 12, 2019 at 1:57 AM UTC
12 in the morning
I can't write The words used to spill out of my head like a waterfall but now I feel like there's a wall A wall that blocks my brain from putting symbols together to form a word or even a sentence The sentences on my paper must be invisible I can't see them I don't know where they went They meaning the words I used to write or say but now can't even think I can't write
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Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
Can't write