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Why do I have to feel? Feeling brings pain. Heartache pounds within the cage of my chest. Feeling brings confusion. What should be a clear reflection looks more like The cloudy mirror after a hot shower. Feeling is an ache in my bones Worse than the dew soaked English morning. Feelings reach for the stars Only to be an abrasion Like falling off my bicycle Feeling is the road rash of the soul. Nails along the chalkboard Screeching loudly enough to cringe Harpy feelings take vampire bites Draining life from heart and soul. Here I sit in the dark of night 'Neath the sullen icy gaze of Luna Contemplating the ravages of... What I feel Yet feel I will, Indeed feel I must... Inescapably ensnared by emotional ties, situations and other connections Sometimes not even breaking the surface The overwhelming watercourse Of feelings ... Impossible to stem Can't even put a finger in the **** to slow the torrent at times. Often, I don't even want to stop the flow, even when that would be the sane thing to do.
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Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 2:45 AM UTC
Feelings, only f***ing feelings
Why do I have to feel? Feeling brings pain. Heartache pounds within the cage of my chest. Feeling brings confusion. What should be a clear reflection looks more like The cloudy mirror after a hot shower. Feeling is an ache in my bones Worse than the dew soaked English morning. Feelings reach for the stars Only to be an abrasion Like falling off my bicycle Feeling is the road rash of the soul. Nails along the chalkboard Screeching loudly enough to cringe Harpy feelings take vampire bites Draining life from heart and soul. Here I sit in the dark of night 'Neath the sullen icy gaze of Luna Contemplating the ravages of... What I feel Yet feel I will, Indeed feel I must... Inescapably ensnared by emotional ties, situations and other connections Sometimes not even breaking the surface The overwhelming watercourse Of feelings ... Impossible to stem Can't even put a finger in the **** to slow the torrent at times. Often, I don't even want to stop the flow, even when that would be the sane thing to do.
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57/M/Moonlit Forest Glen
Jul 15, 2019
Jul 15, 2019 at 2:45 AM UTC
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