#approved - Hello Poetry

Try to see that we're all on repeat Improving techniques Familiarity comes with a fee Feel free to pull up a seat but take this receipt Déjà vu is approved Repetition helps us relate too A translation of trauma Through authentic remnants When fragments come loose from sourced attributes Filter your core beliefs The further we seek Higher levels of attainment require persistent maintenance No rehearsed alliteration or forced informal acquaintances Be true to you

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Sep 27, 2020

Sep 27, 2020 at 5:56 PM UTC

PoeticTetra

Vestiges

Try to see that we're all on repeat Improving techniques Familiarity comes with a fee Feel free to pull up a seat but take this receipt Déjà vu is approved Repetition helps us relate too A translation of trauma Through authentic remnants When fragments come loose from sourced attributes Filter your core beliefs The further we seek Higher levels of attainment require persistent maintenance No rehearsed alliteration or forced informal acquaintances Be true to you

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I always make things harder than it needs to be, I run in circles and complain when I'm dizzy, walk up a steeper route only to slide all the way down to the bottom, push everyone far enough for them to leave then say I'm lonely. It's funny what I can ruin – everything. I'm like a chemical, the only one known to corrode friendships and rust nothing but itself. Not approved by the FDA and definitely not fit for human consumption. I reek of such acidity that I hurt fragile corneas and sting delicate noses. It's kind of ironic because I'm supposed to only react with this peculiar clear liquid called self-sabotage and only that, but somehow I have managed to slip and ruin everything that comes in contact with me. Maybe one day I'll find someone that doesn't mind damaged corneas and sharp smells up their nose. Maybe one day I myself won't mind it.

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Feb 17, 2018

Feb 17, 2018 at 2:30 AM UTC

lonelybagel

not fda approved

I always make things harder than it needs to be, I run in circles and complain when I'm dizzy, walk up a steeper route only to slide all the way down to the bottom, push everyone far enough for them to leave then say I'm lonely. It's funny what I can ruin – everything. I'm like a chemical, the only one known to corrode friendships and rust nothing but itself. Not approved by the FDA and definitely not fit for human consumption. I reek of such acidity that I hurt fragile corneas and sting delicate noses. It's kind of ironic because I'm supposed to only react with this peculiar clear liquid called self-sabotage and only that, but somehow I have managed to slip and ruin everything that comes in contact with me. Maybe one day I'll find someone that doesn't mind damaged corneas and sharp smells up their nose. Maybe one day I myself won't mind it.

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