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I sold my soul to poetry
And never looked back
But now every relationship
Is a writing prompt
Every trauma, a metaphor
we have been assassins for a while
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we just didn’t have targets...
pillows and records
“Memories of an old friend”
for making you believe in forever
when i didn't even know what it meant.
I must not be alone
In the struggle to say no
Catching on my lips
Stuck between my teeth
Which turns to a yes
Before I can think
To not disappoint
To please others
I say yes
Even though
Yes is a bother
When you're on your own
You've got nowhere to go.
But don't worry my friend

My shoulder's for sale
It's only price
Is a warm smile.
Just warm up. Enjoy.
I always believed that there is no such a thing as unconditional love, because to me there is no way someone can love you with no boundaries.
And even if there is a chance that this person exists I will take all the other chances that says otherwise.
It is a belief, and it takes more than one person to change someone’s belief, right?
Yet when you came I gave up on all the other chances to take only yours.
Because in the end it only takes one person to change all of your beliefs.
Love unconditionally for there’s no other day to do that, love your people, love your work, love your dog or cat or even your bird but make sure to love them
Unconditionally.
i'm fueling the fire to keep us warm.
i burn everything to keep you warm.
even my soul
I’m a danger to those around me,
I could destroy every relationship,
In seconds.
But instead,
I destroy myself.
How can you sit here
and blame me for my pain?
weak hearted
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