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bec Jul 2014
You flow through me like the blood in my veins
You are the reason I wake up in the morning
And the reason I fall asleep at night
I chase after you and you exhaust me
My lungs and my heart and my brain ache
All this pain is for you
My entire universe is for you
I am for you
bec Mar 2014
today
poetry is just pressing enter in the middle
of a sentence
it is just a journal of thoughts
with a space
in the
middle

does that mean that i am a poem?
i have a space in the middle
a space full of thoughts
a journal inside my body
a jumble of letters
words
sentences
bec Mar 2014
being alone is okay
but being lonely is not
i like to read books or listen to music alone
but when i realise that there is no one
that i am lonely
being alone is not that great after all

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