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#detriment
you could never take a compliment they're buried with the rest of 'em my mind is prone to atrophy rewind your body next to me no lies in our comfort zone take this time turn off the phone we are not an accident don't be so incredulous   it's getting dimmer, swimming in a shoal...   dinner bells resound like white fog around a light pole... heaven cannot face us not to be complacent devil wears my shoulder your angel is adjacent seven years of chances still drowning in a basement you could never take a compliment they're buried with the rest of 'em
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 9:15 PM UTC
Rose Droll
If you want to die, I won't stop you. If you want to cause self-harm, I won't yell at you. If you don't care about anything, I can't make you. If you want to lose everything, that's not my problem. I'm sorry, but I'm tired of saying things over and over. I'm sorry…
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Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 5:38 PM UTC
If you...
Wincing at the light, I deprive myself; Take in an uneven frame. With lowered brows and interminable thoughts I pass it all by, Float and reflect on the detail Never seen, Convinced I experienced it all, Scratching in the rest; I tear in the blue sky and smear the Breaking waves; I become more an object of scorn as the greens And greys of the cliff side are marred, Framed in the corner of an eye.
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Mar 9, 2015
Mar 9, 2015 at 1:55 PM UTC
Blinkers On A Crunchy Gravel Path
I'm looking for you on the crowded streets, that are all full with the car's blinding lights, and the wandering souls that aren't complete, well, they just pass right through my sight. The voices all turn to a slur, each word seeped in pure dread, and my sight begins to blur, I need to get this all out of my head. When the tears are fresher than air, and the hurt is always there, I know there's a happy place, I just have no clue where. When the words hit like a shot, the wounds won when I fought, I'm giving it all but there's not much that I've got. I'm searching for peace in an empty room, the walls echo and bounce back my ragged breath, and the blue skies still seem to hold some gloom, as life will always have it's death. "It's the release I crave," I always say to myself, now it's time to be brave, and put fear on the shelf. When the tears are fresher than air, and the hurt is always bare, I've got a million problems, if you need some I can share. When the words hit like a shot, the wounds bubble from the spot, I'm going against everything that I was taught. If she stays by me, I should be alright. The sky's ablaze I see, and it shines so bright. If she stays by me, I should be alright. With the days passing, I always pray for night. When the tears are fresher than air, and the hurt becomes a prayer, My mother always told me that life is never fair.
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May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 12:29 AM UTC
A Sentiment of Detriment
I see the scars on your wrist. I see the tears rolling down your cheeks. I scream at you to put the knife down, but can you hear me? Can you hear me at all? I see the pain that you're bearing. I see the abuse put onto you. I scream at you to put the bleach away, but can you hear me? Can you only hear silence through the slicing detriment of your own affliction?
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
Can you hear me?
Darling, just breathe.    It still hurts, but you can still feel.
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
When it still hurts.
Everyone is broken Having something filed away That no words Or comfortable place can eliminate The detriment and the weight; Have some compassion, Some empathy, For your eyes alone Aren’t through which Seen are all things, Don’t close yourself off, Open wide, For there are many different perspectives And many sets of eyes.
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Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 8:48 PM UTC
Detriment
Ware thee now the evil beast prowling tombs and halls a word or line of poison breath mortality soon calls sharp claws and long of tooth standing fell and tall looming over life and death robbing Peter, paying Paul dare not the joust of wits for time will slip, and fall such are traps made of this that kills each and every one of us yes, it slays us all
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May 26, 2020
May 26, 2020 at 11:47 PM UTC
Battling the beast