SadHippie - Hello Poetry

Even soulmates leave..

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Dec 4, 2020

Dec 4, 2020 at 4:22 PM UTC

How do you prepare to lose a soulmate? To say goodbye because saying anything will be the end? It’s a slow death. A slow death that will haunt you until the end. Th end.

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Dec 1, 2020

Dec 1, 2020 at 9:31 PM UTC

The end

How do you prepare to lose a soulmate? To say goodbye because saying anything will be the end? It’s a slow death. A slow death that will haunt you until the end. Th end.

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Love my poetry and love my pain. What a shame it is that they all can relate

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Nov 25, 2020

Nov 25, 2020 at 5:01 PM UTC

Poetry and pain

Love my poetry and love my pain. What a shame it is that they all can relate

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Wake up and get out of bed. I am so ashamed of the hearts I break and this hurt won’t go away The sun rises and I fall. I told them I wasn’t that strong

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Nov 17, 2020

Nov 17, 2020 at 7:20 PM UTC

Weak

Wake up and get out of bed. I am so ashamed of the hearts I break and this hurt won’t go away The sun rises and I fall. I told them I wasn’t that strong

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There you go carrying around your pain again There you go like living like a ghost I’ve always lived this life alone and hurt is all too familiar of a feeling. And maybe this pain anchors me into his Dead Sea or maybe, I like living here. You see, I wear this agony like it is fine art on display. Let me put my pain into a painting or maybe get it in writing. Keep as evidence that they killed me. Ripped me apart and claimed it was love. Tore me open and stole the soul. Criminals I say responsible for the death of one girl. Reflect on my poetry as a cry for help. We both know I never had it in me to yell.

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Aug 22, 2020

Aug 22, 2020 at 3:26 PM UTC

There you go

There you go carrying around your pain again There you go like living like a ghost I’ve always lived this life alone and hurt is all too familiar of a feeling. And maybe this pain anchors me into his Dead Sea or maybe, I like living here. You see, I wear this agony like it is fine art on display. Let me put my pain into a painting or maybe get it in writing. Keep as evidence that they killed me. Ripped me apart and claimed it was love. Tore me open and stole the soul. Criminals I say responsible for the death of one girl. Reflect on my poetry as a cry for help. We both know I never had it in me to yell.

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I left my man. I walked away and they say that’s supposed to give you power. I left my man. I walked away, but I somehow I’m still afraid.

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Jul 25, 2020

Jul 25, 2020 at 10:16 PM UTC

My man

I left my man. I walked away and they say that’s supposed to give you power. I left my man. I walked away, but I somehow I’m still afraid.

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Have you ever been so sad that trying to happy is just plain exhausting? I’m overworked and I overslept. The depression crept up and now some days, it’s hard to get out of bed.

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Jul 17, 2020

Jul 17, 2020 at 12:15 PM UTC

SAD

Have you ever been so sad that trying to happy is just plain exhausting? I’m overworked and I overslept. The depression crept up and now some days, it’s hard to get out of bed.

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He was a monster, but he was my lover. Funny, I can’t tell the difference anymore.

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Jul 9, 2020

Jul 9, 2020 at 3:46 PM UTC

Lover

He was a monster, but he was my lover. Funny, I can’t tell the difference anymore.

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But they never knew the silence was her cry for help.

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Jul 1, 2020

Jul 1, 2020 at 11:55 AM UTC

CRY

But they never knew the silence was her cry for help.

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Depression manifested by isolation Communication is more important than ever these days so how I do I tell you that I wanna run away? Change my name and get a new look because I’ve been locked in this cage for over 96 days. It’s summertime and the living isn’t easy. LIVING ISN’T EASY.

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Jun 23, 2020

Jun 23, 2020 at 10:42 PM UTC

Easy

Depression manifested by isolation Communication is more important than ever these days so how I do I tell you that I wanna run away? Change my name and get a new look because I’ve been locked in this cage for over 96 days. It’s summertime and the living isn’t easy. LIVING ISN’T EASY.

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