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Train poem no.2Overwhelm to the point of numbness, I falter, left half present in public. Waiting to crumble in the
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Sep 29, 2024
To meBreathing is hard when phantom hands weave weight within your chest, pulling you down to depths so l
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Sep 27, 2024
SmallI don't know how to describe this sensation, / it's kinda like being a small fish in a big pond / or
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Nov 3, 2020
Term TimeI feel a chill in my spine that clings to my skin, embracing me from behind and whispering into my e
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Sep 21, 2020
DraftI started writing this poem in 2019, / I never published it though. Obviously. / I want to know what
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Jun 13, 2020
TryI'm not sure why I am even trying anymore. / I'm not sure if I was ever trying at all. / But if I wa
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Jun 13, 2020
Collateral DamageCrack. Thwack. Crumble. / Each speck of dust just drops / and drops and drops. / Floating above the
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May 6, 2020
Beautiful DayIts spring now, / The bright rays of sun / Break through clusters of / Heavy, grey clouds. / No long
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Mar 10, 2020
The ProcessI don't like making drafts, / each line is almost composed / on a whim. A feeling. A passion. / Some
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Jan 9, 2020
KnowSelf-sabotage comes naturally to / me, I know not to plunge myself / into the deep dark abyss before
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Jan 9, 2020
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