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 Jul 2018 Bragi
Sagiv
End it please
 Jul 2018 Bragi
Sagiv
I'm so done
How could it be that everything went that wrong?
Wanna put 10 bullets in my brain
Some things won't change
I feel like I don't belong in the frame
My life's has been turning down the flame
I don't wanna live I'm too scared to die please someone end this game
I copied one line of X's song because there's nothing that I can relate more to it
 Jul 2018 Bragi
Shahnaz
Resurfaced
 Jul 2018 Bragi
Shahnaz
The ocean stripped me clean,
At first it began to drown me
Then it began to save me

Healing,
Restored every inch of me with saline
Gently,
Then all at once
Eyes burning
Only to see clearer,
Soul discerning
Only to mount higher
To places I’ve never been

Resurfaced,
To the shore
After a lasting journey of self-love,
Kissing the sea goodbye
For all it has taught me,
Ever since.
/riːˈsəːfɪs/ arise or become evident again.
 Jul 2018 Bragi
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
 Jul 2018 Bragi
harmony crescent
the walls are cement
they neutralize my soul
i need a buzz so **** bad
my phone is an empty hole
theres no light in it, or in me
i need your buzz so **** bad
 Jun 2018 Bragi
The Vault
The smell wraps its warm arms around you
Drags you down with promises of forever
His smell.
His touch.
He drags you down with sweet whispers
He wants you
Only you
The smell wraps around you
The smell of promises
The smell of him
As you slip on his jacket.
To go see him
When you know.
The jacket promises forever,
But he promises nothing
Dry
.
It
is
true,
you are
totally right.
I'm as dry as
a desert, I'm a dead
empty land. I used to be
a  jungle  when  the  clouds
where by my side, and now that
they are gone, my trees, my dreams
they dried and died. Because of this,
nothing grows inside of me, there is
only silence and despair. I can't feel
what  I  write,  I  barely  feel alive
I want to feel human again
Oh god, I really miss
the rain
Es frustrante tener  las palabras pero no el tiempo y luego tener el tiempo y no recordar las palabras
Talk to me,
I haven't heard your voice enough
For it to taunt me.

Talk to me,
Your silence is the only song
That comes to haunt me.
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