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I locked your memories inside a drawer and lost the key. does that mean I’m free?

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Feb 2, 2019

Feb 2, 2019 at 7:07 AM UTC

iwrites

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I locked your memories inside a drawer and lost the key. does that mean I’m free?

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Lying down in just a T-shirt I can only hear myself breathe **In and out In and out** Why did you always shout? I swear I'm trying my best It's been months since I've shed a tear But tonight, I dry my eyes Close my eyes Sick of all your lies These four walls witness my sobs I don't want to keep it in anymore I'm breaking down Torn down There's only silence, no sound My mind goes numb when they say your name My heart pounds, I can't breathe Flying away, I'm flying away I can't feel my body –as I lay Here you are, still won't admit your mistakes My God! My hope fractures No gravity There's no gravity I'm hanging in between —you and me

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iwrites

Jan 11, 2019

Jan 11, 2019 at 7:55 AM UTC

annie07

You Were Panic Attack

Lying down in just a T-shirt I can only hear myself breathe **In and out In and out** Why did you always shout? I swear I'm trying my best It's been months since I've shed a tear But tonight, I dry my eyes Close my eyes Sick of all your lies These four walls witness my sobs I don't want to keep it in anymore I'm breaking down Torn down There's only silence, no sound My mind goes numb when they say your name My heart pounds, I can't breathe Flying away, I'm flying away I can't feel my body –as I lay Here you are, still won't admit your mistakes My God! My hope fractures No gravity There's no gravity I'm hanging in between —you and me

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#*Still remember the words he wrote, "I see my life vanishing in cigarette smoke." Young, old soul Ranting about the hearts he had broke Can't help but see him when it rains, Standing in the corner of the road -a smiling face **Too many years had passed, Heard he was fighting in a rehab, Such a dear friend –but time moves fast** We laid him down to rest, Six feet under, I know he did his best A friend is a friend, When hearts break, you ought to mend But when they leave, Make sure love's all you send*#

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iwrites

Jan 11, 2019

Jan 11, 2019 at 7:55 AM UTC

annie07

The Boy Who Smoked Just a Little Too Much

#*Still remember the words he wrote, "I see my life vanishing in cigarette smoke." Young, old soul Ranting about the hearts he had broke Can't help but see him when it rains, Standing in the corner of the road -a smiling face **Too many years had passed, Heard he was fighting in a rehab, Such a dear friend –but time moves fast** We laid him down to rest, Six feet under, I know he did his best A friend is a friend, When hearts break, you ought to mend But when they leave, Make sure love's all you send*#

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#*If not anything else, I'll give you memories to keep No touch, but a bucket full of flowers before I leave One day, when the petals dry out, and your skin wears time You'll recall the joy you've had, the echo of laughter and I'll be on your mind Just like a sharp, wrenching arrow –you once crossed my heart They saw you staring subtly, but I knew it was best to stay apart I'll have this picture of you in my mind –white shirt, blue jeans Running across the flawed fences, smiling, young and carefree When you're weary, old hands reach out for a cup of tea Maybe you'll realise how I reached out for you but you didn't see me*#

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iwrites

Jan 11, 2019

Jan 11, 2019 at 7:53 AM UTC

annie07

Flickering Memory

#*If not anything else, I'll give you memories to keep No touch, but a bucket full of flowers before I leave One day, when the petals dry out, and your skin wears time You'll recall the joy you've had, the echo of laughter and I'll be on your mind Just like a sharp, wrenching arrow –you once crossed my heart They saw you staring subtly, but I knew it was best to stay apart I'll have this picture of you in my mind –white shirt, blue jeans Running across the flawed fences, smiling, young and carefree When you're weary, old hands reach out for a cup of tea Maybe you'll realise how I reached out for you but you didn't see me*#

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#Dear person That stinging feeling in your chest That overwhelming fear of death That demon in your head Let's put it all to rest If you ask me I can tell you stories with no end And just before "hate" was about to bend They tell you heart is not to mend Seal your lips —let's pretend You and me, us We're the tribe here to suffer It gets lonely, but you're tougher Speak the truth, why you muffle? "Always happy" is for the bluffer Hear me out here today When you lose and there's nothing to say Raise you head, life's a play You need to fight for it to pay Be prepared —because it may.. You're the ashes but in a golden tray Feel the difference, feel it here You're not deep Oh but –you're oceans away Far from reach because you fly Your conscience will remain Out of dozens, because you were sane Always picked on, felt the pain Stand high, don't be tamed Enjoy the storm —let it rain#

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iwrites

Jan 11, 2019

Jan 11, 2019 at 7:53 AM UTC

annie07

Rebirth

#Dear person That stinging feeling in your chest That overwhelming fear of death That demon in your head Let's put it all to rest If you ask me I can tell you stories with no end And just before "hate" was about to bend They tell you heart is not to mend Seal your lips —let's pretend You and me, us We're the tribe here to suffer It gets lonely, but you're tougher Speak the truth, why you muffle? "Always happy" is for the bluffer Hear me out here today When you lose and there's nothing to say Raise you head, life's a play You need to fight for it to pay Be prepared —because it may.. You're the ashes but in a golden tray Feel the difference, feel it here You're not deep Oh but –you're oceans away Far from reach because you fly Your conscience will remain Out of dozens, because you were sane Always picked on, felt the pain Stand high, don't be tamed Enjoy the storm —let it rain#

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We spent countless nights planning our futures, it’s a pity we never planned them without each other.

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Jan 11, 2019

Jan 11, 2019 at 7:22 AM UTC

iwrites

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We spent countless nights planning our futures, it’s a pity we never planned them without each other.

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My heart beats for its last time, My body breathes its last breath, My senses perceive what they can for the last time, And finally, My soul escapes my body like a prisoner in captivity does. Now I am free, Free to be more than just a human trapped within a frail body But who am I now? I could be anything, I could be impossibility in a world of immense possibilities. I could be the wind beneath the wings of bird, About to take its first flight, I could be the first ray of sunlight that hits the Earth, As dusk breaks into dawn. I could be anything, Anything, As big as the universe itself, Or as small as the single grain of sand, On the beach of an undiscovered island. I could be the brightest star, On a dark December night, Or I could be the full moon That lights the path of the solivagant I could be the first raindrop That falls from the sky as monsoon approaches Or I could be the first snowflake that falls on the peak of a mountain, Depicting a rough winter ahead. I am a free soul, Free to be anything Free to follow the path, Contrary to the one paved for me. Free to take the road that leads, To immense possibilities.

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Jan 11, 2019

Jan 11, 2019 at 6:59 AM UTC

iwrites

A FREE SPIRIT

My heart beats for its last time, My body breathes its last breath, My senses perceive what they can for the last time, And finally, My soul escapes my body like a prisoner in captivity does. Now I am free, Free to be more than just a human trapped within a frail body But who am I now? I could be anything, I could be impossibility in a world of immense possibilities. I could be the wind beneath the wings of bird, About to take its first flight, I could be the first ray of sunlight that hits the Earth, As dusk breaks into dawn. I could be anything, Anything, As big as the universe itself, Or as small as the single grain of sand, On the beach of an undiscovered island. I could be the brightest star, On a dark December night, Or I could be the full moon That lights the path of the solivagant I could be the first raindrop That falls from the sky as monsoon approaches Or I could be the first snowflake that falls on the peak of a mountain, Depicting a rough winter ahead. I am a free soul, Free to be anything Free to follow the path, Contrary to the one paved for me. Free to take the road that leads, To immense possibilities.

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