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my fingers ache with a desire to create explore the colors of my mind i beg for it to come freely but i always end up searching carving away at the layers like a caver, trying to see what beauty could be hidden underneath the worthlessness and despair for once i realize i could be something i no longer am nothing and i spill from my mouth, my eyes bloom, i see what could be and it feels close enough to touch all i must do is reach a little further i have never felt as warm as when i am writing and i have never felt as cold as when i am done i pour my heart out into these virtual pages and it's nice to see what i have created but god, do i feel empty after
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Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 1:06 PM UTC
words flow thru my bloodstream; poetry in my veins
my fingers ache with a desire to create explore the colors of my mind i beg for it to come freely but i always end up searching carving away at the layers like a caver, trying to see what beauty could be hidden underneath the worthlessness and despair for once i realize i could be something i no longer am nothing and i spill from my mouth, my eyes bloom, i see what could be and it feels close enough to touch all i must do is reach a little further i have never felt as warm as when i am writing and i have never felt as cold as when i am done i pour my heart out into these virtual pages and it's nice to see what i have created but god, do i feel empty after
oldish poem (few months) that i just updated a lil. i hate making titles over the summer i tried to write some poetry when i was feeling especially depressed it's nice to get my feelings out and also i liked being able to look back on particularly rough moments but i found a lot of the time i'd feel empty beforehand, it was an Unknown Emptiness... and once i wrote the poetry, i still felt the same emptiness but now I Knew to an extent WHY i was feeling so empty... and somehow, the knowledge was worse i'm so young and i have so many incredible opportunities. it's absurd i feel so lost. but i am floating aimlessly... i don't know. i love to ramble. got a big *** lump in my throat right now lol. i think i need a therapist
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Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 1:06 PM UTC
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