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morgan-elizabeth
morgan-elizabeth
American writing to escape from the things i can't paint over
i can't find an outlet anywhere; you probably think i'm speaking of power, but i'm talking about escaping this powerless feeling.
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 7:16 PM UTC
XXXIV.
i remember when everything was just a blur to me, when everything became clear & i finally saw every little detail that once was smeared away. i remember all the happiness that beamed inside me, but i miss when everything was a mystery. i miss the way the distance was a secret, everyone else knew it, but i was left wondering. i miss the way i didn't see things like others, i miss the contrast.
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Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
XXXIII
seeing you again made me remember seeing you at such a vulnerable state made me want those three days filled with holding hands & nearly drowning in the creek back. seeing you again reminded me that i left you, that i shouldn't be missing you so much. seeing you again & you not saying a word made me realize that you don't miss me at all. i was just another girl on your list & that destroys me so much..
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:11 PM UTC
XXXII
i wish it was you who broke my heart instead of me shattering my beating structure. maybe this would be easier?
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Nov 10, 2014
Nov 10, 2014 at 11:02 PM UTC
XXXI
i saw things that weren't mean to be seen, i heard things that weren't meant to be heard, i felt heartbreak before i could even spell love.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:42 PM UTC
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romantics would refer to your freckled face as a star filled sky, but they were just mud specks of lies. (mer)
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:29 PM UTC
XXIX
i wanted to paint you a galaxy, but all i could put out was a mere speck of paint. (mer)
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 11:25 PM UTC
XXVIII
my coffee was bitter, but the sky was giving me the jitters (mer)
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Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 6:34 AM UTC
XXVII
you were temporary, always going to leave. but you left a mark so permanent. i could scream & no one would hear it. you wouldn't have flinches at my piercing cry, even if i was in front of your eyes. (mer)
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
XXVI
i feel like i'm locked inside a cage a wild animal striped of its freedom i feel like i'm glued together, but falling apart amputated, but longing for ability i feel like i'm at a dead end on all four sides i feel like i'm broken all my pieces scattered across the floor someone will see the pieces & clean them up one, someone will find me aimlessly wandering & guide me, someone will fix me, someone will free me from this cage one day, right? will someone ever see that this body is weakened to the bone & slowing decaying & washing away? the real question is not will, but when? when will someone help me escape myself, my mind, this body? how much longer can i take until i give away? (mer)
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Mar 3, 2014
Mar 3, 2014 at 9:52 PM UTC
XXV