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syrentist
25/F
i let the guns shot me and the bullets go through my skin if this is how it’s gonna be whenever i see you i’ll let them **** me someday.
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Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 8:31 PM UTC
Sweet nectar
she scattered her love like confetti only to know that in the end people just ignore it when the good time is over.
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Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 8:29 PM UTC
Afterparty
warm tears cradled my face as she slowly approaches the exit “till we meet again”, i whispered to her and then to myself.
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Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 8:25 PM UTC
Old friend
i watched my dream turn into one of my biggest nightmares you had a look in your eyes that told me you weren't there anymore you died inside your body and all i could do was watch
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Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 8:23 PM UTC
Mirror
i’ve always admired the existence of flowers each one uniquely beautiful like every person on earth and somehow the more i climb, the more flowers i get to see
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Aug 12, 2021
Aug 12, 2021 at 8:21 PM UTC
How I see the world
the pain wasn't skin-deep, it was like a torpedo slowly striking the sea I can see the pain, it goes through me but it doesn't affect me that much I can take more - my love songs are for no one now.
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Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 6:57 AM UTC
#3
even in the comfort of my own house I never feel at home it’s as if there wasn’t home to begin with until I found you but I lost you so I guess I’m homeless again
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Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 6:56 AM UTC
Finding another you
you write poetry on the wind and expect me to read
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Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 6:55 AM UTC
#2
I’ve always admired the existence of flowers each one uniquely beautiful like every person on earth and somehow the more I climb, the more flowers I get to see
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Apr 10, 2021
Apr 10, 2021 at 6:55 AM UTC
9:57
dear ‘ol self, can you believe it’s only been a few weeks and you can already stand on both feet? you’ve danced, you’ve painted rainbows, you’ve finished things, you’ve climbed mountains, you’ve cried of happiness— it was all you, with the help of the sweetest people and good moments in between, but it was your choice to stand up, and you did. who knows what’s next? dear ‘ol self, bigger things, I suppose.
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Apr 7, 2021
Apr 7, 2021 at 4:40 AM UTC
A letter to self