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lynny23
lynny23
16/F/florida what the fuck are new beginnings
a dead end i had reached, before i found you trapped i was feeling.. feeling so blue numbness surrounding me it wouldn’t go away, i thought it would engulf me leaving my heart to decay i didn’t want to fall i promise i didn’t don’t hate me for wanting your commitment loneliness is familiar sometimes it leaves you feeling worthless hey, maybe loving you could be my purpose
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 9:26 PM UTC
why are we here
there are 365 days in a year, fact. i have not lived many, i know that... i do     but if that statement is true, why do the once breezy summer seconds,     ones that used to **** by trailed by excitement now drag with heaviness and bass     that only concrete wonders could fulfill. today i thought of you                             no, i don’t know the day number, although that would’ve been clever. conclusions have been made in my mind    distractions do equal a cure, at least what i find does that make me twisted?    does it make me just as numb as you?           i don’t want numb        i don’t. i want purpose,    i crave a life outside my mental                  restrictions which bring self pity,    i am not you. i am my own, i create my story i am not just a set of pretty eyes or chestnut tinted bangs or maybe rosy cheeks with a personality to match. i do not need a headliner with your name presented as the title.       i know that now. so i will stay busy, condolences go ahead and take your bow.
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 9:06 PM UTC
busy
if you’ve ever been stung by a bee you know it brings pain it brings sharp unwanted misery, nothing like the rain. rain brings feelings, which mold thoughts which mold words, you left me, took flight, as would a bird. if you were a bird then i choked on your feathers, trying to revive us despite this dark dark weather. you want to keep those dark clouds in your mind? or would you rather disguise yourself with distasteful leather. the season has changed, and so has your wit, boy, who would’ve ever known you could throw such a fit. you lash out with uncertainty, you should be punished, as should a bee after a sting, feeling redundant. but how would i know, oh you didn’t? i’ve never been stung by a bee, funny isn’t it
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Sep 11, 2018
Sep 11, 2018 at 9:03 PM UTC
reminiscing sting