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I still have hopes I still have regrets I have scars from guitars And scratches from the frets I still have dismantled pencil sharpeners Sitting in my trash can I still have trophies From races I never ran I still have the belt I used to measure myself with But perfect perfection Might be a myth I still have fears I still have cares I have a defective brain And a need for repairs I still have diary entries From years long ago I still have scars That I will never show I still have Valentine’s Day cards I kept from second grade And I could have told someone But I was afraid I still have thoughts I still have autonomy I have control Over what I’m gonna be
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May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 1:30 PM UTC
After All These Years
I still have hopes I still have regrets I have scars from guitars And scratches from the frets I still have dismantled pencil sharpeners Sitting in my trash can I still have trophies From races I never ran I still have the belt I used to measure myself with But perfect perfection Might be a myth I still have fears I still have cares I have a defective brain And a need for repairs I still have diary entries From years long ago I still have scars That I will never show I still have Valentine’s Day cards I kept from second grade And I could have told someone But I was afraid I still have thoughts I still have autonomy I have control Over what I’m gonna be
I've had this in my drafts for forever
#selfharm#control#poetry
VOIDRESIDENT372
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VOIDRESIDENT372
15/GQ/the void
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 1:30 PM UTC
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