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Can you tell me the reasons I'm not worth your time? I feel this would release and ease my mind. I spend my days running from you inside my mental maze. She offers warmth but gives me pain I fear she's driving me insane. I still dream of us and mine and yours 3 kids, part me, part you, all we. Yet wake to empty rooms and colder floors. I hope you're well, I truly do. Still I wish you'd feel the same. I thought you kin, found you more jinn. Can't tell if you or I painted your sin. Did my yearn for growth break through your skin? A catalyst, a shell, a self-preserved hell? Did your voices scream too loud in silence? Does the chaos make you grin? I'm empty still, a vessel not made to fill. New suitors call, I ignore them all. I feel their eyes peel at my flesh. They churn my gut, I'm more than **** I've no desire for their own. I feel as an untouched ***** My audience begs for ever more I shrink away and still they stay ********** me, clothes torn on the floor. I've no desire for their own. I yearn to be seen for my thoughts my brain my soul To be accepted as a whole. Can you tell me the reasons I'm not worth your time? I feel this would release and ease my mind.
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Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 2:06 AM UTC
Mental Maze
Can you tell me the reasons I'm not worth your time? I feel this would release and ease my mind. I spend my days running from you inside my mental maze. She offers warmth but gives me pain I fear she's driving me insane. I still dream of us and mine and yours 3 kids, part me, part you, all we. Yet wake to empty rooms and colder floors. I hope you're well, I truly do. Still I wish you'd feel the same. I thought you kin, found you more jinn. Can't tell if you or I painted your sin. Did my yearn for growth break through your skin? A catalyst, a shell, a self-preserved hell? Did your voices scream too loud in silence? Does the chaos make you grin? I'm empty still, a vessel not made to fill. New suitors call, I ignore them all. I feel their eyes peel at my flesh. They churn my gut, I'm more than **** I've no desire for their own. I feel as an untouched ***** My audience begs for ever more I shrink away and still they stay ********** me, clothes torn on the floor. I've no desire for their own. I yearn to be seen for my thoughts my brain my soul To be accepted as a whole. Can you tell me the reasons I'm not worth your time? I feel this would release and ease my mind.
#heartache#separation#breakup#longing
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Dec 15, 2025
Dec 15, 2025 at 2:06 AM UTC
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