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today i took a trip through the meadows to remind
myself of what the grace of auburn leaves felt like
to the pallet of my eyes.
 Oct 2014 Refined in Flames
XX
I feel like I'm the bag at the end of a rope you drag behind you to and fro, it tears and breaks but you won't let it go.
I woke up this-morning
feeling like I didn't
belong here.

And it took
every ounce of me
to convince myself
that I should stay...

Getting
out of bed
shouldn't be the
hardest part
of any day.
Couldn't seem to smile this morning.
I'm okay now though!
I have this dream of a,
blood orange sky rippling
Down through the cracked window pane,
Of this crumbling house.
The faint sigh of faded beauty
Resonates among these chipped walls.
We walk there down
the boulevard from when we were happy.
Yet all I can feel is the fleeting feeling, I felt when
your lipstick stained
my cheek for the
final time.
I thought id try something a little more descriptive this time
We look at ourselves and think of ugly words
We think that we aren't good enough
That we aren't capable of doing something
Ugly, dumb, foolish, childish, clumsy
But we never look at ourselves and think of beautiful words
We never think we are good enough
That we are capable of doing something
Gorgeous, smart, selfless, amazing
We need to love ourselves more
We are the beauty
because we all "need someone to love us in order to love ourselves"
In this world
we walk on the roof of hell,
gazing at flowers.
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