dapani - Hello Poetry

wasted time, whenever I spend an ounce, of myself—lesser than a dime, my time, lesser than a hand count, of myself with you, a wasted time indeed, and these regrets bleed, lifelessly—out and about, endlessly, these regrets, will always lash out unto me, unto me, they send threats, my regrets begged to be set free,

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Sep 10, 2024

Sep 10, 2024 at 2:34 PM UTC

wasted time

wasted time, whenever I spend an ounce, of myself—lesser than a dime, my time, lesser than a hand count, of myself with you, a wasted time indeed, and these regrets bleed, lifelessly—out and about, endlessly, these regrets, will always lash out unto me, unto me, they send threats, my regrets begged to be set free,

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Pain is not you leaving but me leaving me.

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Feb 12, 2021

Feb 12, 2021 at 1:35 PM UTC

self-love.

Pain is not you leaving but me leaving me.

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i wish i can flow out my emotions and have a taste of it maybe with a bourbon glass anything, without complications just to see if it hints bitterness a glint of sadness see if it dances with joy i hope not for sorrow mundane aims blandness and i dont know anymore seems like i cant feel anything are they bottled like Jim Beam?

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Feb 6, 2021

Feb 6, 2021 at 11:39 AM UTC

alchohol.

i wish i can flow out my emotions and have a taste of it maybe with a bourbon glass anything, without complications just to see if it hints bitterness a glint of sadness see if it dances with joy i hope not for sorrow mundane aims blandness and i dont know anymore seems like i cant feel anything are they bottled like Jim Beam?

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