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  Oct 2017 Natalie
Urmila
Truth comes at a price,
And I have emptied my purse to you,
I have offered my soul to the devil,
Tell me what else I can do
Waiting for an airplane at the train station?
  Oct 2017 Natalie
Julia
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i'm so tired of living
with the fear of falling apart
will i ever feel complete
or will i **** my own heart?
  Oct 2017 Natalie
Urmila
12am
All these crazy thoughts,
Present through the day, just undistracted right now










And I hear you breathe, sleeping next to me,
And everything is okay
  Oct 2017 Natalie
zak
I've told no one this but I always did
love your madness. it was honest and intense. but i didn't come any closer because
it was like wildfire, and I'm more used
to the cold.
you were still in my head
then, and I kept myself out of your grip.
just out of your warmth. it was bad
enough to see other men burn but I never
did even once think I was above it all.
hell, i tried to smother your inferno. now I'm the one on fire.
Natalie Nov 2015
I told you I wouldn't allow someone to hurt me before
And you promised you wouldn't be the one
You said you'd protect me
And not let anyone lay a finger on me
But you ended up hurting me most
More than anyone has ever before

I know I should leave
Because that would be best for me
But I love you so much
It hurts lesser to be bruised than to live a life without you

I'm in pain
But I can't tell which brings me more pain
Natalie Oct 2015
Here I am
Sitting on the couch
Realising I'm becoming someone full of doubts
I am now someone I have never wanted to turn out

All I wanted was to love you
And to give you the best parts of me
But I'm so afraid of losing you
I end up losing myself
To fear, to doubts

I hate to question you about your past
I know that's where they should belong

But I can't stop myself from digging things up
I can't help but to probe
And the more I probe, the more I doubt

Can somebody please help me out
Natalie Sep 2015
3am is the hour for the brokenhearted
We get our hearts broken again and again as we play that heart wrenching memory on repeat

3am is not the hour for the weak hearted
At this hour we make life's hardest decision
To choose if we can still go through this again 24 hours later

The strongest of hearts isn't measured by the number of rough days down but is by making the decision to still stay alive and feel the pain.
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