leelan-farhanWhisper

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90AVulnerability is crying in public on the bus ride home, / trying desperately to avoid the wandering eyes / only to end up sitting beside a fellow apartment tenant.
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Feb 19, 2014
AbandonedThis is a ghost town, / filled with ex-lovers / and former friends.
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Jun 8, 2013
a.d.Stark naked and vulnerable for another’s eyes / You see skin, bone and beating heart / While
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Jun 5, 2013
aliveI’m intoxicated by your scent / I smell you on my skin / Every time I take a breathe
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Jun 3, 2013
Am I the only one who feels this way about writing?That even though it is your words that you are penning - your own thoughts, that it’s a friend? / Some sort of company in the darkness, in the empty parts of your life? / That when loneliness drifts into every orifice; seeping into the crevices and crooks in your body, your words are your friends?
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Jul 15, 2013
AtëYou tried to sculpt me out of white stone / But the Underworld is my comfort zone / Evil is all I'll ever know
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Jul 16, 2013
awakeningHe opened doors to both Heaven and hell / but contradicting conflict is preferable to the purgatory of false confidence. / I numbed my soul with constructions and sudden reality is jarring.
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Jul 6, 2014
BarricadeI'm everything you don't understand / a little beauty on demand. / Peel back my damaged skin,
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Jul 4, 2013
bitterbroken church / sins drowning veins / breathe like silence won’t pull you down
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Jun 5, 2013
bonesMy bones are weak, my heart is numb / My mind has caged me, I’m coming undone / I’m spiraling into darkness, once again
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Jun 3, 2013
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