newspaperz - Hello Poetry

The skin I flaunt doesn't feel like my own. I'm a helpless gecko. Failing to shed my moulting, I am left to rot within a shell of myself. This accumulation of my past, is unbearably blinding.

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Dec 26, 2025

Dec 26, 2025 at 9:25 PM UTC

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Dysecdysis

The skin I flaunt doesn't feel like my own. I'm a helpless gecko. Failing to shed my moulting, I am left to rot within a shell of myself. This accumulation of my past, is unbearably blinding.

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Paranoia follows me like a shadow, shrouding the lights of grace in it's woe. I want to feel loved, I want to believe that I am adored, But I am trapped in an ashen grotto.

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Dec 26, 2025

Dec 26, 2025 at 9:20 PM UTC

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Plagued

Paranoia follows me like a shadow, shrouding the lights of grace in it's woe. I want to feel loved, I want to believe that I am adored, But I am trapped in an ashen grotto.

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I admire the foliage in the spring, then walk along moist shorelines. I walk atop the leaves of the fall, then trace frosted trails in winter. But this cycle, everything will change. This year, it will be better. Instead of admiring nature's bounties, I will cultivate something new. This year I will move past the shore, and delve deeper into the waters. In place of withered leaves, I will step over my struggles. Rather than peppering footsteps in the snow, I will permanently imprint on the world.

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Dec 16, 2025

Dec 16, 2025 at 8:56 PM UTC

newspaperz

Walking Through the Seasons

I admire the foliage in the spring, then walk along moist shorelines. I walk atop the leaves of the fall, then trace frosted trails in winter. But this cycle, everything will change. This year, it will be better. Instead of admiring nature's bounties, I will cultivate something new. This year I will move past the shore, and delve deeper into the waters. In place of withered leaves, I will step over my struggles. Rather than peppering footsteps in the snow, I will permanently imprint on the world.

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