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It is on regretful nights such as these that not even the moon will show me her face

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Feb 5, 2023

Feb 5, 2023 at 11:00 PM UTC

It is on regretful nights such as these that not even the moon will show me her face

I feel that with and without love, we tend to go insane Whether we find that love and lose it, or if we never find it at all nothing but insanity would describe the feeling

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Jan 15, 2023

Jan 15, 2023 at 11:38 PM UTC

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I feel that with and without love, we tend to go insane Whether we find that love and lose it, or if we never find it at all nothing but insanity would describe the feeling

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You broke my heart into a thousand pieces, and all I could think about was how I could make you feel better

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Jan 8, 2023

Jan 8, 2023 at 2:31 AM UTC

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You broke my heart into a thousand pieces, and all I could think about was how I could make you feel better

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At what point does this all become a willful dive to the bottom. I can’t be blameless forever, right? RIGHT?

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Dec 23, 2022

Dec 23, 2022 at 1:07 AM UTC

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At what point does this all become a willful dive to the bottom. I can’t be blameless forever, right? RIGHT?

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There is so little of me left, and yet so many holes to fill. Will I ever be whole?

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Dec 18, 2022

Dec 18, 2022 at 12:02 AM UTC

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There is so little of me left, and yet so many holes to fill. Will I ever be whole?

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At what point in my life did I decide that after being born into pain, it is the life I must choose forever?

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Dec 4, 2022

Dec 4, 2022 at 9:53 PM UTC

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At what point in my life did I decide that after being born into pain, it is the life I must choose forever?

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My fingers are stiff and my legs ache I have a hunched spine, molded into a defeatist stance My legs threaten to buckle beneath me and my knees crack more than ever My head is pounding as my brain begs me to waive the white flag to finally be done No more, they wail. Screaming to be put out of their misery At the center of it all, the one who has been hurt the most My heart How can I give up now when it is still so restless?

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Nov 3, 2022

Nov 3, 2022 at 11:51 PM UTC

Faint

My fingers are stiff and my legs ache I have a hunched spine, molded into a defeatist stance My legs threaten to buckle beneath me and my knees crack more than ever My head is pounding as my brain begs me to waive the white flag to finally be done No more, they wail. Screaming to be put out of their misery At the center of it all, the one who has been hurt the most My heart How can I give up now when it is still so restless?

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I often wonder where and who I would be if I finally chose to abandon my usual methods of coping would I be doing better? would I be here at all?

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Oct 12, 2022

Oct 12, 2022 at 6:48 PM UTC

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I often wonder where and who I would be if I finally chose to abandon my usual methods of coping would I be doing better? would I be here at all?

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Isn’t it kind of funny how poetry comes easiest to us the closer we are to death. When everything else is a struggle, the words just seem to flow.

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Sep 8, 2022

Sep 8, 2022 at 11:58 AM UTC

Never the right time

Isn’t it kind of funny how poetry comes easiest to us the closer we are to death. When everything else is a struggle, the words just seem to flow.

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Every time someone asks me, “how is your mother?” I am paralyzed for just a moment I hesitate, satiate them with a “she’s just fine” But the reality is I haven’t got a clue My mother, my best friend, one of the loves of my life I guess maybe she doesn’t see me the same way She doesn’t bat an eye when she’s got methadone, Hennessy, watered down beer, xanax, a man who she thinks will make her happy.. any impulse She only bats and eye to release the tears as we beg for a “why?”

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Sep 5, 2022

Sep 5, 2022 at 12:55 AM UTC

One impulsive person to another

Every time someone asks me, “how is your mother?” I am paralyzed for just a moment I hesitate, satiate them with a “she’s just fine” But the reality is I haven’t got a clue My mother, my best friend, one of the loves of my life I guess maybe she doesn’t see me the same way She doesn’t bat an eye when she’s got methadone, Hennessy, watered down beer, xanax, a man who she thinks will make her happy.. any impulse She only bats and eye to release the tears as we beg for a “why?”

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