nouspouvons - Hello Poetry

It has been a ******* week

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Sep 20, 2019

Sep 20, 2019 at 2:08 AM UTC

I’m sad... again

It has been a ******* week

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it is time to let go...

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May 8, 2019

May 8, 2019 at 11:26 AM UTC

You (Six Word Story)

it is time to let go...

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I've always conformed to what is customary Now I am tired I've taken a huge leap In order to save myself Sometimes, pushing yourself Would just drain you in the end The dream destination Just suddenly becomes blurry I had it all planned out But I never thought That the process Would simply turn things around Hopefully, I would find The thing that makes me full In which I will feel joy in the pain As well as peace within

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Sep 19, 2018

Sep 19, 2018 at 11:44 AM UTC

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I've always conformed to what is customary Now I am tired I've taken a huge leap In order to save myself Sometimes, pushing yourself Would just drain you in the end The dream destination Just suddenly becomes blurry I had it all planned out But I never thought That the process Would simply turn things around Hopefully, I would find The thing that makes me full In which I will feel joy in the pain As well as peace within

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In the pursuit Of being the person Others wanted me to be What I thought I was fitting for me I eventually lost Myself and continuously sought What has happened To the person I was meant to be

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Jul 20, 2018

Jul 20, 2018 at 11:15 AM UTC

Growing up

In the pursuit Of being the person Others wanted me to be What I thought I was fitting for me I eventually lost Myself and continuously sought What has happened To the person I was meant to be

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Perhaps I can say it was my passion To think vividly and put that picture into a composition To come up with silly adjectives and a strong emotion But perhaps, I was wrong about that notion This system that has corrupted me Where compassion is much like the dead sea Those students that hide their knowledge and secrets All being sly and sitting beside their best bets Reaching out a hand seems quite a challenge With incapability to pick up a lecture seems like an overwhelming package People were fascinated with lessons such as "competitive advantage" When deep down inside, I was already damaged Thank you, for creating a war inside my head That expressing myself would be a dread So judge me if I loathe this useless algorithm Because in these words I now struggle to find the perfect rhythm -j.t.

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Dec 24, 2017

Dec 24, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC

competitive advantage

Perhaps I can say it was my passion To think vividly and put that picture into a composition To come up with silly adjectives and a strong emotion But perhaps, I was wrong about that notion This system that has corrupted me Where compassion is much like the dead sea Those students that hide their knowledge and secrets All being sly and sitting beside their best bets Reaching out a hand seems quite a challenge With incapability to pick up a lecture seems like an overwhelming package People were fascinated with lessons such as "competitive advantage" When deep down inside, I was already damaged Thank you, for creating a war inside my head That expressing myself would be a dread So judge me if I loathe this useless algorithm Because in these words I now struggle to find the perfect rhythm -j.t.

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don't cry, little one the journey is not yet over -j.t.

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Jul 24, 2014

Jul 24, 2014 at 6:27 AM UTC

little one

don't cry, little one the journey is not yet over -j.t.

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but the problem is that i'm still in love with you even after you have left me and even after my whole world collapsed -j.t.

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Jul 24, 2014

Jul 24, 2014 at 5:57 AM UTC

after

but the problem is that i'm still in love with you even after you have left me and even after my whole world collapsed -j.t.

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i fought for you so hard but you chose to break my heart and shatter my soul into a million tiny pieces -j.t.

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Jul 24, 2014

Jul 24, 2014 at 5:51 AM UTC

before

i fought for you so hard but you chose to break my heart and shatter my soul into a million tiny pieces -j.t.

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it was that time when you left me where the moon and the stars were the only ones who comforted me on that cold and dark night who listened to my stories and heard all my woes as i walked down the road where it all started i went to bed and tried to weep the pain away yet the sun hasn't risen since -j.t.

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Jul 15, 2014

Jul 15, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC

the night you left

it was that time when you left me where the moon and the stars were the only ones who comforted me on that cold and dark night who listened to my stories and heard all my woes as i walked down the road where it all started i went to bed and tried to weep the pain away yet the sun hasn't risen since -j.t.

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