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glass-onion
glass-onion
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I can see you staring at me From afar Watching my every move Every word I whisper to myself I know You write down Every name Of every person I speak with I know you are watching me I feel your eyes And I hope you know I will stare back. I can see you watching me.
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Feb 4, 2025
Feb 4, 2025 at 11:07 PM UTC
Watching
Is there romance in *** Does romance deplete once kisses turn to slobber? Do I feel love when my shirt comes off? After "I love yous" have been said Or more accurately, after I finally said "I love you too" They lay me down Say they need me In this moment It means so much to them. And I can't tell Was it romantic? Would it have been moreso If we just Held hands? Or stared at each other In loving astonishment At our mutual feelings? Am I learning to feel the romance in *** Or do I just adore That they find romance in something that is so sexualized?
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Apr 3, 2022
Apr 3, 2022 at 11:35 PM UTC
Finding the Romance in it all
My thoughts are confusing. I love them, but hate them and I can never tell if they are trying to raise me up or destroy me. I will look at myself in the mirror and think that I look pretty. I will look at myself an hour later and want to shatter the mirror with my forehead and smear the blood from my glass cuts all over my face as makeup to go to work. What difference does an hour make!?
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Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 9:50 PM UTC
make up your mind
Sometimes love and hate are hard to differentiate. They both give me sensory overload, Even when there is nothing to touch When there is nothing to Hear. Silence can turn into screaming when I think about you. I am bound to go deaf.
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Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 11:29 PM UTC
I Can't Hear Anything
I love being distracted. It is the only bubble of feeling in which I can't focus on my imperfections. It's the only time where I can forget about life's lemons, and forget that I have to labor to make lemonade out of them. But from my living room, every 15 minutes I can hear the clock chime. It reminds me that everything comes to an end. In a way, this makes me feel good. It reminds me that eventually all of the work I have to do will be done. It reminds me that all of my worries will eventually conclude. But it also reminds me that everything good ends. It reminds me that strong connections to other people could eventually break. It reminds me that I may have to see the day where pets and loved ones cease to exist. It reminds me that one day I will cease to exist.
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Sep 29, 2020
Sep 29, 2020 at 12:15 AM UTC
My Living Room Clock
I FEEL LIKE I AM DROWNING IN THE DISGUSTING, ****** MUSH OF MY BRAIN HELP HELP HELP I'M SCREAMING but people laugh it off like it's a funny joke i laugh too because life is a joke MY BRAIN IS BLENDED MY LIMBS ARE DISMEMBERED MY TORSO IS IS GUTTED AND I'M LAUGHING
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Sep 26, 2020
Sep 26, 2020 at 8:26 PM UTC
i'm insane
its 2 a.m. and im wide awake. nobody is as awake as i am unless theyre partying, if they're awake at all. i message you first pouring out nothing but love. i message her sending her memes and talking about her previous messages that i never saw until now. i message him asking him where he is and that i miss him. nobody responds as it's 2 a.m. why am i awake? i try to sleep its been an hour 3 a.m. and my phone screen lights up. it's you. why are you awake?? thank god you're awake...
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Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 4:14 PM UTC
its 2 a.m.
why do i care so much about meaningless **** that won't effect my future? that only gives me daily headaches when i think about it, or makes me quickly furious? whatever the reason, it's like an ****** for my brain...
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Aug 8, 2019
Aug 8, 2019 at 12:01 AM UTC
Headaches
I’m sorry The more I’m with you The more I realize How beautiful she is The more I’m with you The more I appreciate her delicate hands The more I hear your shallow words The more I realize how heavy hers are. That every sentence that slips by her lips Is so carefully crafted But with barely any effort That just shows How strong her mind is And how simple yours is. You’re too big How am I supposed to see you Eye to eye? But I can look her in the eyes And they are filled with so much happiness Genuine happiness When she sees my face.
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Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 12:42 PM UTC
Sorry
is there hope for a future that was only dreamed of
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Jan 21, 2019
Jan 21, 2019 at 1:00 AM UTC
tell me