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Can you hear my pleas? I’ve been coming up empty; been taking heed, but always coming up empty. A blank wish list each time I hit the surface. Failure in store flipping, crashing to the shore, and I’ve been afraid this chaos will forget my name; petrified of remorse just soaking up my source.
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Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
Remains.
Can you hear my pleas? I’ve been coming up empty; been taking heed, but always coming up empty. A blank wish list each time I hit the surface. Failure in store flipping, crashing to the shore, and I’ve been afraid this chaos will forget my name; petrified of remorse just soaking up my source.
I tend to write these poems so late that I don't even know what my brain is getting at. Maybe this will look like crap in the morning...who knows.
#fear#afraid#anxiety#empty#failure#remorse#struggle#crash#remains#wishlist
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brittlebird
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 2:38 AM UTC
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