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Whisperer Mar 2019
Some days I can't help but notice

The fainted - past scars,
Red lines turning to white
Look so beautiful ....

Some days I keep looking at those faint white lines for hours
Remembering the struggle that looks so beautiful now
" self harm is the most elaborated form of love "
Whisperer Mar 2019
She saw beauty in everything



Beside herself...
Whisperer Mar 2019
He is her drug
She was his tissue
Whisperer Mar 2019
Sand in our hair
Eyes fixed on the starry sky
The sound of the ocean waves
And your hand in mine
I wish
Whisperer Mar 2019
She's too tired to cry
So instead she fake smiled....
Spoiler - She's me
Whisperer Mar 2019
Maybe we get stuck in the past , just because it's familiar
We are so scared of the future...
that we prefer to live in the past ; and alter it from time to time making an imaginary-pleasent future
Whisperer Mar 2019
I'm just a sunflower
In a field of roses
Waiting for someone
to appreciate my petals
before they start withering
I'm yellow between all reds, still you don't notice me
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