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  Dec 2018 she wanders
Shamai
Loneliness is the feeling
That, even when there are
Many people around
You still feel
So alone

Like
The world is going on
All around you
And you
Just
Aren’t a part
Of it

Alone
Like you don’t belong
Anywhere
And no matter what happens
You still feel
Like you're
All alone
  Dec 2018 she wanders
munachi
Why does it always feel like
no one's listening
when I talk?
I'm never loud enough..
she wanders Dec 2018
right in my face
in the middle of the class
she threw this right to my face

**** your respect and *******
this is the worst anyone can do
you wanted to see how I felt?
I felt miserable

I thought there might be some good in you
maybe we could solve this
this misunderstanding
but no,

today
you proved me wrong
actually I’m just relieved but ******
I wanted this to work
but I was never sure it would

today I know
it would’ve never worked since you’re a *****

not sorry for the miserable language either
thanks d for proving me wrong once again

and thanks for making me realise that sometimes people can be, not a blessing; but a lesson in life.
the lesson I tried avoiding for the longest time
  Dec 2018 she wanders
Shamai
Sad
Today is a sad day
Ever have one of those
When the tears roll down your face
And you don’t really know
Where they are coming from
Perhaps it is
The rainy day outside
Or life’s longing for itself
Or perhaps
Just perhaps
It is a reminder
That joy
Is just around the corner
she wanders Dec 2018
the things we push away, how ironic
we say we want love but still we're scared to love
we say we want a new house but we're not wanting to leave the old one
we push away the things we need the most but still complain about the.. (nov 5)
how ironic I never got to finish this
found this in my draft, how ironic isn’t that
  Dec 2018 she wanders
Aislinn Miell
I always feel sentimental when it rains,
So, on sad days like this I leave the house without an umbrella.

With my headphones in,
listening to our favourite songs,
I walk past your old house.
Or the cheap restaurant we always went to.
Just so I can let my heart feel close to you again.
I must be so pathetic.

but when the rain stops
You will exist only as another memory.
So, I embrace the droplets on my skin,
Even if I do catch a cold.

On sad days like this I cannot help but wonder
if it’s raining where you are,
if you think of me.

So, until the next time it rains, we walk our own paths.
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