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nolithando
nolithando
I am as worn out as a mood ring on someone with bipolar disorder.
she loved him to death. Then she came to realization with how toxic he was and instead of falling out of love, she fell harder. Every passing day she fell a little harder, a little faster, a little sadder. she became anxious, obsessive, hurt, sad. But one morning she awoke to realize that she in fact fell out of it. she loved him. she still does. But she was in love with him until the death of the relationship. Now she just loves him. From afar. From the knowledge. From the happiness an individual gave her. -nm
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May 21, 2018
May 21, 2018 at 2:55 AM UTC
Untitled
I wish I could take my own life, But how could I ever do that to you.
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
Little sister.
Everything is fine But I wish I dead.
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Jun 2, 2016
Jun 2, 2016 at 4:12 PM UTC
These days...
Let me fathom my melancholy into words
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Aug 19, 2015
Aug 19, 2015 at 3:21 AM UTC
brace yourself.
I want to grab on your feet And make a fool of myself, Begging you desparately to say you will never leave, Behave irrationally. But instead i will just lay here, Praying you will call me yours
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Jun 25, 2015
Jun 25, 2015 at 3:20 PM UTC
go.
How do you know you are ready to love? You dont. It hits you like a wave you never saw coming, But the drowning doesnt hurt. You breathe.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 2:52 AM UTC
ready to love.
Art Is Freedom. Being able to bend things That people see as a streight line.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC
art.
Dont be too proud to Reach for a love you lost When your mind was too young To see how real it all was, Not reaching is the real loss.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 2:24 AM UTC
advice
I have enough heart for the both of us. I have enough happiness, to stretch the corner of your smile all the way to the corner of my smile. I have enough soul, to slow down your fast paced heartbeat, to take in all the beauty that is life. I have enough tenderness, to bend the steel gates you have built around your identity; your heart. Enough time to wait for the seed to grow and blossom into a red-blood rose, with sharp thorns that I'm gutsy enough to pick at and throw them away. I have enough love for the both of us. Enough to claim you. Be with you. Engulf you. Please don't let all of this, go to waste.
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Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 2:20 AM UTC
I Have Enough
i am hurting so much
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
vent.