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Deamo
23/M/South Aftica I write when a memory comes to mind, and said memory makes me sad I utter my emotions with my fountain pen, and rewrite them here. Feel free to comment honestly if you have time to spare
I so badly want to write I so badly want to be alright I so badly wanna fight But i don't know anymore tonight I don't anymore have a fright I don't think I'll ever be alright I don't anymore, want to fight
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 1:29 AM UTC
Alright
The love we have is like none other I break you like none other I can't leave you though So I'll leave this world Its the only option Don't you see It's all I see It's all I...
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Jan 31
Jan 31, 2026 at 9:09 PM UTC
I have found the solution
When I used to feel like this The words kept me safe I'm falling into the abyss, but without my pen's embrace
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Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 12:59 PM UTC
Speak to me
My future was sewn in the womb I spent the former chasing my tomb Wondering and wishing to be a groom Here I am now, but was it too soon To think back to that afternoon Where I stumbled and found truth Whilst still in my youth Intoxicated thinking it'll soothe The pain I made myself loathe; No, I've aged and I've grown I should know, that I should own These mistakes that I've crowned, And the hatred that I've vowed To these thoughts of an entire crowd So here I am, back where I clowned My own love and heartbreak To one stupid little mistake Which led to my rebate So here I am, still stupid and young
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Aug 18, 2024
Aug 18, 2024 at 5:02 PM UTC
Here I am now
Before you walk away from Everything; Please remember The way I loved you Please remember The way I still love you Please remember I'll always love you
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Jul 10, 2021
Jul 10, 2021 at 4:45 AM UTC
One more thing
A boy, aged eight Asked his father a question. "Was my birthdate, The cause of your depression?" The father only watched the boy Which started to annoy The child's thoughts Like PTSD and gunshots. A boy aged ten Asked his mother the same question; She said it was war, then That it woke his inner aggression. She said it probably took his soul And one day again he'd be whole A man aged eighteen's asked a question by his parents "Are you proud to have those genes? And to be in our presence?" He didn't have words to describe The emotions he tried to hide. He always sought recognition, Not their judgemental superstition. He wanted them to be proud, But as expected, he bowed. He left their presence, knowing: That his entire life, he was growing. To be able to handle the truth, About his entire youth. He was never adored or respected His parents were to be represented By him, and that was his goal; NO! I Did not sell my soul Your reputation, is not my responsibility My future is You can't accept that, And I understand now. It's time for me to leave, This toxic representation Of a Home
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Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 5:57 AM UTC
I'm not your son
My demise I cannot despise I'll look it in the eyes And accept my poem dies I'll soar in the skies For days While nobody cries And everyone strives After their derives
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Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 2:14 PM UTC
I have to be wise
When I met you I thought my life would change I thought my life would have meaning I thought I was becoming a man When I met you My life changed Not the way I expected though I stopped doing drugs and smoking I found love and loved it I found friendship and cherished it Friendship betrayed me soon after Love sent me on my way I became a party animal And drug addict Highschool When I met you I thought my life would have meaning, But my thoughts were deceiving I was blind to what I was seeing And lost myself Tomorrow I'll send you on your way And there'll be no way to make me stay I'll never forget you I'll never regret you I'll never miss you Tomorrow my life will change, But wasn't that how all this started
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Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 3:51 PM UTC
Highschool
I used to be adored Now I am abhorred
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Oct 10, 2020
Oct 10, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC
Change