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pastel_blues
21/M Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
She stood, pen and paper in hand, Hating her profession for it was bland. Searching the starless sky for a sign, Hollowness at the core left her in a bind. She needs some freeing. Her ambition has no ceiling. Dreams of a Parisian flat with a terrace, Her wandering mind tends to scare us. Someday she’ll have it all, Grinding away day and night, viewed as an oddball. When that day comes she might smile with what her new life brings, Or she’ll reflect indignantly, wishing she enjoyed the small things.
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
Isabelle
Why are you so quiet? You talk too much. We love you; let us take care of you. Be more independent; you're an adult. Are you depressed? Smile more, after all, it could always be worse. Find your passion. Everyone hates work, quit ******** Everyone can **** off. Whatever it is that'll make you happy, I'll be that.
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 12:50 PM UTC
Contradictions
Being alone is a liberating thing It allows you to discover yourself Your true self And yet, As I watch the passers go by I can’t help but feel life passing me by That young couple, their movements synchronized With that sort of sparkle in their eyes That only ever comes about with true love Or the young child Soaking in everything life has to offer With an ignorance that is palpable and endearing Ignorance is bliss, so I’m told But you haven’t truly lived life until that same ignorance Is taken away from you So I stick to myself Stuck in these thoughts Drowning further away
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 12:48 PM UTC
To be alone
I'm never fully content Longing over memories we could share Over mistakes we could make Together, just to grow as one I want us to ooz together Two souls into one As if nothing before ever happened And everything was yet to come I don't want you to become the thing I look back on And wonder what if? I want to be the person you lean on And you to be the one I go to for everything As time goes on My memory of you slowly fades To the point at which you become The silhouette that haunts my dreams
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Dec 26, 2019
Dec 26, 2019 at 12:09 PM UTC
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