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emily-mcclelland
emily-mcclelland
Emily. 20. Poetry is my passion.
My mind, tick tick tock On the clock Wasting time through minutes After minutes becoming hours We devour the empty hope Where we thrive in uncertainty Perfectly, waiting for change To rearrange The hope that we had had Once inspired, it fired The soul that lay within To grin, smile, for a little while Without denial Allowing ourselves to be free
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 10:46 PM UTC
Free of mind
Reprehensible actions bear no weight. As consequences are nonexistent in a world lost from reality, only exacerbating circumstances of manic misfortune.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 12:36 AM UTC
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Emotion burgeons with each passing day, becoming indolent through exhaustion. Calling for help imperatively, but not being heard through a cloud so thick.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC
Bipolar Illness
Phlegmatic actions causing apprehension to an explosive bomb full of consideration. Being caught off guard, and intimidated, by priggish self.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
Scared away
Adulate the figure above, allowing for hope and grandiosity to take hold. In a mind so broken, it must crack to be restored.
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Jul 17, 2018
Jul 17, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
Beyond Repair
"Help." I cry to closed ears. Why can't I be enough? Actions proving true intention. What is wrong with me?
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:27 AM UTC
Broken.
Thoughtless whispers fill the night, By those too scared to speak up. Those unknowing of the fight it takes, Who roll over and take the beating of life.
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:26 AM UTC
Unbelievable
Drowning in fog as visions fade, Down, down below the surface. Where monsters lurk, march in parade, In celebration of your essential demise.
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:25 AM UTC
Drowning
I am shent. Left to wonder where I went wrong, Despite doing right through reassurance.
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:21 AM UTC
I'm sorry
What are we defined by our peers? We must fight back! Those who hide, timid of sorts, Are left to be destroyed in battle.
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May 1, 2018
May 1, 2018 at 12:20 AM UTC
Natural selection