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harry-r92
harry-r92
M I don't consider myself a poet or a writer but it's nice to have somewhere to keep the worded wonders of my somewhat woeful mind.
'Just be yourself' she said 'But who is that?' you asked.
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Aug 13, 2024
Aug 13, 2024 at 4:30 PM UTC
Untitled
Sincerely, I don't hate you But I'm not the best with things like this so I tend to avoid it all. I'd convinced myself I liked you Even though I never really got to know you. I could have made it obvious but I was afraid. Afraid on your behalf in some ways. Anyway I'm sorry if my behaviour made you feel a certain way. It's only cuz I like you
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Aug 9, 2024
Aug 9, 2024 at 6:08 PM UTC
Untitled
Chaos is beauty in its purest form
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Jul 15, 2024
Jul 15, 2024 at 8:26 AM UTC
Beauty
you're nothing but a profile a series of prompts and poses, super-likes and roses; a loneliness exposed in disposable screenshots.
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Jul 14, 2024
Jul 14, 2024 at 9:49 AM UTC
tinder
day one, same again Monday morning, hazy head early yearnings; coffee, *** and cigarettes for breakfast
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Jul 14, 2024
Jul 14, 2024 at 9:48 AM UTC
routine
the oldest friend I barely knew turned to a memory left alone with the new
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Jan 8, 2022
Jan 8, 2022 at 5:11 AM UTC
Untitled
The names change, the game remains the same. it's a life of haste but the pace is set by someone else's actions. The attraction, I guess Is the subtle inaction a kind-of cruise control slip stream free from distraction.
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Mar 23, 2021
Mar 23, 2021 at 4:32 PM UTC
slow down
Sunlight settles on the space you once filled, I wait patiently for its warmth to spill. A test of mettle sinks my soul a step too deep, and I can't help to quell the emptiness so I rinse and repeat.
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Nov 11, 2020
Nov 11, 2020 at 6:42 AM UTC
Untitled
we love. and we love to be loved. but let's not waste any time figuring out which one we prefer
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Jul 29, 2020
Jul 29, 2020 at 4:00 PM UTC
love i guess?
On a winter day I'm walking in the woods, I'm walking with the trees; their story-telling leaves beneath me. How old, I often wonder, Would one need to be to read the dreams of trees? Perhaps that's what we see when we eventually leave our livelihoods behind us, and stumble in the woods until our memories find us.
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Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 6:56 AM UTC
afterlife