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I think I lost my mind,
Between finding myself
And letting parts go that
I'm not sure of anymore.
I needed the strength to bind
My brain together, but what's left
Isn't enough, and getting it back
Is leaving my heart sore.
Friends are slipping away,
Because I do not have control
Over what I do, or if I talk
About the pressure of being myself.
Sad thing is, I'm losing more each day,
The war opened up my soul,
I knew I was not
Normal since I met this hollow desk,
And my mind worked itself away-
All feedback is welcome and appreciated
 Aug 2020 maria
kivel
lover
 Aug 2020 maria
kivel
Death is a cruel lover

for he cheats on me
with the people closest to me
end
 Aug 2020 maria
Jen
Dust
 Aug 2020 maria
Jen
One day in 2299,
They will tell
This story,
The one of
Dying books on
Dusty shelves,
In a time when
There was
Still room
To dig graves
In the ground.
 Aug 2020 maria
Buried Words
Alone
 Aug 2020 maria
Buried Words
We are completely and utterly alone in this world.
We are born alone,
We survive alone,
We suffer alone,
And we die alone.
And most of all we feel alone.
 Aug 2020 maria
Midnight
depression
 Aug 2020 maria
Midnight
i write tragedies
not sonnets
i'm as dark
as the night
my soul
holds sadness
grunge
is my aesthetic
and cheery
is not in my vocabulary
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