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a-16
a-16
Don't learn my name, but try understanding me through my words.
The world is muted And I finally feel at peace With myself What a lovely place to be!
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Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 11:32 PM UTC
why i drink alcohol
How do you compete with that Correction How do I compete with that She is a composition of demure flowers; scent of the wind and the sound of quiet ruffling of the leaves An entire landscape of serenity and pretty While I – Am a wholly mess of broken up family and fallen silence as i make my presence As if the light has been snuffed out and all that's left is the shadow of emptiness And if you knew how musty the air smelled like — Tell me again, how do I compete with that
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 6:36 AM UTC
Inferiority
from unsteady hands and breaking heart, We have emerged as survivors above the waters Gasping for air in exhaustion, but it was worth it - The air we breathe suddenly felt like a second chance in life And nothing could beat the air out of me; I would not have it! Sometimes my chest would tighten as if to remind me of such a painful ordeal But I know that this time it was not death I was in the face of -- Exhilaration, of wanting the world to hear The echoes of love, vibrating from the depths of sea, And you, my dearest, shall know that I love you, till the ends of the world
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Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 6:33 AM UTC
What it feels like in love
She is the most beautiful when she walks away something about the stride penetrated a nerve or unnerve that bit that you now know as loss
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 4:44 AM UTC
She is the most beautiful
for once in my life I choose not to be selfish I want you to be okay to be okay bury your thoughts about me extinguish your feelings for me cleanse your mind of all of me and make your choice to be okay maybe one day when you've rid of all that you should when your heart don't sink so much as your mind and hands roam then come back to me I'll be okay from now till then because I choose you over me for once in my life I choose not to be selfish
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May 28, 2016
May 28, 2016 at 4:40 AM UTC
Be okay
As the days go by as the months go by as the years go by picture of us fleet back into my mind dreams about you conquer my mind and I know I want to see you I know I want you maybe it was wrong timing maybe I was young and stupid maybe I gave up too easily I did it I ruined us and now 'we' can never happen 'us' is a term used and done long gone before I can forget about it and I miss you but I can't tell you you drifted into the wind with many significant others of your own and I have mine but I am not happy my mind wanders and stops right at the thought of you I can't stop remembering reminiscing and loving you
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC
Have I lost my mind?
Growing up in an empty house you learn a thing or two about survival as your bones grow stronger and your heart grow sturdier independence is the only word you know sometimes you get confused between loneliness and alone but you stand upright no matter how hard the rain pours or the wind blows it comes a time when festivities draw near; the bells are jingling, Christmas carols are playing and you sit there lonely, and alone that the empty house you grew in stays quiet for the evening -
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 12:16 PM UTC
Absence
round after round, here we go chasing butterflies we were ignorant of everything else but mesmerized by it's beauty until one of us started thinking with our heads instead of our hearts - I stopped running and you go on, chasing butterflies that were never meant to be caught
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May 2, 2015
May 2, 2015 at 6:37 AM UTC
love & the form it takes
I have circled my life around this love destructed my way out now I'm bound to this ground this once barren land has started to flower and I admit that I miss the misery this land had gotten I don't want to live with this growth and strength this land has sprouted I don't want to share this land that is mine but I have to and now the land has risen I am now dead
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 6:39 AM UTC
piece of you
tracks on the airport road (by planes) to cleaners it would be stains that cannot be rid of to people it would be a sight of imperfection and age but to me it signifies a routine of a plane that was sent off and back again a routine of safety a routine that people take for granted
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Dec 29, 2014
Dec 29, 2014 at 10:33 AM UTC
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