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Judged without our fault Before we could know our names Sentenced at our birth

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Mar 25

Mar 25, 2026 at 7:54 AM UTC

Original Sin?

Judged without our fault Before we could know our names Sentenced at our birth

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She, my happy end Sure, I miss her golden hair And her pretty eyes

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Oct 28, 2025

Oct 28, 2025 at 5:50 AM UTC

HER

She, my happy end Sure, I miss her golden hair And her pretty eyes

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I hate death and what it does to us It breaks the voices we grew into It leaves chairs empty and doors half open It turns love into memory and dust It takes the names out of our mouths It makes friends drift like smoke in the wind It teaches nothing worth the pain And still it comes again and again Death gives life its meaning That’s what they say But meaning feels cheap when the chair is empty When the room still smells like you When my hands reach out and close on air I don’t care about meaning I don’t care about lessons I don’t care about edges or shape I just want you back I would trade forever I would trade every sunrise I would trade every reason anyone has ever given me For one more day For one more breath For you not to fade They tell me time will heal But time is another thief It drags you further away While I stand here with my heart still torn open Waiting for a voice that will never answer

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Oct 5, 2025

Oct 5, 2025 at 8:56 AM UTC

Death II

I hate death and what it does to us It breaks the voices we grew into It leaves chairs empty and doors half open It turns love into memory and dust It takes the names out of our mouths It makes friends drift like smoke in the wind It teaches nothing worth the pain And still it comes again and again Death gives life its meaning That’s what they say But meaning feels cheap when the chair is empty When the room still smells like you When my hands reach out and close on air I don’t care about meaning I don’t care about lessons I don’t care about edges or shape I just want you back I would trade forever I would trade every sunrise I would trade every reason anyone has ever given me For one more day For one more breath For you not to fade They tell me time will heal But time is another thief It drags you further away While I stand here with my heart still torn open Waiting for a voice that will never answer

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It’s funny How Death doesn’t even need to ride No galloping hooves, no rushing wind It just arrives Silent. Certain Always on time It’s funny how the horse stands still Waiting Patient Like it knows the journey ends the same And who it’ll carry So who’s the saddle for? The illusion of control? The riderless hope that we’ll outrun fate? It’s funny how we all pretend As if we aren’t already marked As if breath were a guarantee As if time didn’t owe Death a favor It’s funny But not really

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Jun 15, 2025

Jun 15, 2025 at 8:22 AM UTC

The Saddle

It’s funny How Death doesn’t even need to ride No galloping hooves, no rushing wind It just arrives Silent. Certain Always on time It’s funny how the horse stands still Waiting Patient Like it knows the journey ends the same And who it’ll carry So who’s the saddle for? The illusion of control? The riderless hope that we’ll outrun fate? It’s funny how we all pretend As if we aren’t already marked As if breath were a guarantee As if time didn’t owe Death a favor It’s funny But not really

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I’m hiding, Yes, I’m hiding, Been locked in here for twenty, maybe more, Trying to fix the mess that I carry to the core. Everyone’s in the living room, Laughing, dancing to some happy tune. But me? I’m stuck in this silent space, A crowded house, but I’m lost in my own place. I’m trapped in this maze, my mind’s own maze, A prisoner of these long, lonely days. Silent screams that no one hears, Louder than the laughter just beyond here. I’m here, but I’m gone, present but erased, A crowded house, but I’ve lost my place. They’ve shown me love, or so they claim, But behind my back, I hear my name. Whispers slither like snakes through the cracks, I know they act, just keeping me intact. They smile wide, but their eyes are dry, Maybe they care, or they don’t—but it’s all a lie. Knock Knock “Hey, you alright?” “Erm, I’ll be out soon, give me a sec, it’s alright…” But is it really? ‘Cause I’m tired, truly tired, Of fighting fires and battling demons dancing in my head, Of faking smiles when I feel dead. Every relationship falls like the one before, Each one shattered my heart like glass. I’ve given all, there’s nothing left to give, Now, I just exist, but don’t know how to live. They think I’m fine, that I’m still the same, The happy boy, the bright-eyed flame. The one who danced, who laughed, who shone, Who carried the weight of the world like it was his own. But the truth is, now, I’m shattered, split, and splintered, Like a mirror that has been dropped, And every time I pick it up, the pieces never lock. Once a sunbeam, now just smoke, A fading laugh, a forgotten joke. See, I used to be the boy who bubbled with joy, Now I’m the man that misery employs. I’m the punchline to jokes never told, I’m the shadow that hides in the bold. I used to shine, used to soar, Now I’m just trying to survive the war. Bright smiles buried beneath the grime, The clock keeps ticking, but I’m out of time. They’re waiting for me to come cut the cake, But how can I slice when it’s all just fake? I’m hiding in here, plotting an escape, Maybe I’ll slip through that window, leave no trace, Run to a place I’ve never known, But even there, this weight’s my own. What do I want? I don’t even know, Love? Maybe? But trust? It won’t grow. It’s like carrying mountains on my back, All this baggage from scars. Knock Knock “You coming out?” Yeah… I guess I’ll go out. Put on the smiley mask. Open the door, And I shout— “Heeeyyyy! Let’s turn it up, let’s shout!” They cheer, they dance, think I’m alright, But in this mask, I’m not here.

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Oct 22, 2024

Oct 22, 2024 at 10:16 PM UTC

Hiding

I’m hiding, Yes, I’m hiding, Been locked in here for twenty, maybe more, Trying to fix the mess that I carry to the core. Everyone’s in the living room, Laughing, dancing to some happy tune. But me? I’m stuck in this silent space, A crowded house, but I’m lost in my own place. I’m trapped in this maze, my mind’s own maze, A prisoner of these long, lonely days. Silent screams that no one hears, Louder than the laughter just beyond here. I’m here, but I’m gone, present but erased, A crowded house, but I’ve lost my place. They’ve shown me love, or so they claim, But behind my back, I hear my name. Whispers slither like snakes through the cracks, I know they act, just keeping me intact. They smile wide, but their eyes are dry, Maybe they care, or they don’t—but it’s all a lie. Knock Knock “Hey, you alright?” “Erm, I’ll be out soon, give me a sec, it’s alright…” But is it really? ‘Cause I’m tired, truly tired, Of fighting fires and battling demons dancing in my head, Of faking smiles when I feel dead. Every relationship falls like the one before, Each one shattered my heart like glass. I’ve given all, there’s nothing left to give, Now, I just exist, but don’t know how to live. They think I’m fine, that I’m still the same, The happy boy, the bright-eyed flame. The one who danced, who laughed, who shone, Who carried the weight of the world like it was his own. But the truth is, now, I’m shattered, split, and splintered, Like a mirror that has been dropped, And every time I pick it up, the pieces never lock. Once a sunbeam, now just smoke, A fading laugh, a forgotten joke. See, I used to be the boy who bubbled with joy, Now I’m the man that misery employs. I’m the punchline to jokes never told, I’m the shadow that hides in the bold. I used to shine, used to soar, Now I’m just trying to survive the war. Bright smiles buried beneath the grime, The clock keeps ticking, but I’m out of time. They’re waiting for me to come cut the cake, But how can I slice when it’s all just fake? I’m hiding in here, plotting an escape, Maybe I’ll slip through that window, leave no trace, Run to a place I’ve never known, But even there, this weight’s my own. What do I want? I don’t even know, Love? Maybe? But trust? It won’t grow. It’s like carrying mountains on my back, All this baggage from scars. Knock Knock “You coming out?” Yeah… I guess I’ll go out. Put on the smiley mask. Open the door, And I shout— “Heeeyyyy! Let’s turn it up, let’s shout!” They cheer, they dance, think I’m alright, But in this mask, I’m not here.

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Perhaps all we are is right here, right now, Not in the future we’re so worried about— A future where we may never exist at all

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Sep 14, 2024

Sep 14, 2024 at 2:54 AM UTC

Now

Perhaps all we are is right here, right now, Not in the future we’re so worried about— A future where we may never exist at all

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Maybe it’s meant to be, Maybe it’s not. Maybe I’m lying to myself Just to feel better— Maybe. Maybe the truth hides Behind the shades of doubt, Or maybe it’s right in front of me, And I’m too scared to see it. Maybe I’m holding on To something already gone, Afraid to let go Of what I never had. But one thing I know: Reality *****

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Sep 9, 2024

Sep 9, 2024 at 6:06 AM UTC

Maybe

Maybe it’s meant to be, Maybe it’s not. Maybe I’m lying to myself Just to feel better— Maybe. Maybe the truth hides Behind the shades of doubt, Or maybe it’s right in front of me, And I’m too scared to see it. Maybe I’m holding on To something already gone, Afraid to let go Of what I never had. But one thing I know: Reality *****

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She left his heart roaming with no regards And her cold farewell cut deep into his core. He loved her in full yet reaped a deck of shards That spelt out a broken heart, nothing more. His friends see weakness in his tender state And their words like spicules spike his sleepy soul. With a smile, he masks his wounds that seal his fate But has lost his circle and has been left less whole. The world casts stones at his every move Unseen the scars that mar his every thought. They judge in haste his broken groove Not knowing it is the hurt that life has brought. He walks on a lonely bridge beneath the moon’s pale night And his heart, like a ship adrift at sea, is seeking for a new light.

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May 3, 2024

May 3, 2024 at 4:19 PM UTC

Scars

She left his heart roaming with no regards And her cold farewell cut deep into his core. He loved her in full yet reaped a deck of shards That spelt out a broken heart, nothing more. His friends see weakness in his tender state And their words like spicules spike his sleepy soul. With a smile, he masks his wounds that seal his fate But has lost his circle and has been left less whole. The world casts stones at his every move Unseen the scars that mar his every thought. They judge in haste his broken groove Not knowing it is the hurt that life has brought. He walks on a lonely bridge beneath the moon’s pale night And his heart, like a ship adrift at sea, is seeking for a new light.

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The sun shall hide soon Beauty as my moon pie shines Eclipse of my heart

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Apr 8, 2024

Apr 8, 2024 at 12:58 PM UTC

My Moon Pie

The sun shall hide soon Beauty as my moon pie shines Eclipse of my heart

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When you think about it, death is weird. In a split second, all activity halts. All that you have done and ever planned is frozen Forever. Those plans and dreams remain hidden in your dark, cold brain and your supine body. Everything about you comes to an end, except in the minds of those who hold memories of you, which, with time, will innately be forgotten and won't matter anymore. You... Cease... To... Exist... And life goes on for the living, without you, like nothing ever happened.

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Mar 8, 2024

Mar 8, 2024 at 2:43 PM UTC

Death

When you think about it, death is weird. In a split second, all activity halts. All that you have done and ever planned is frozen Forever. Those plans and dreams remain hidden in your dark, cold brain and your supine body. Everything about you comes to an end, except in the minds of those who hold memories of you, which, with time, will innately be forgotten and won't matter anymore. You... Cease... To... Exist... And life goes on for the living, without you, like nothing ever happened.

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