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#hesgone
Last week, on a particularly dark Sunday; With only a permit between me and eternity; I exhaled and it was gone. Gone was the hurt and anger and pain Gone was self-doubt and anguish and fear Gone was the guilt and regret and self hate Because gone was me Not my body, or my mind Not my love or appreciation Those were expanded, exponentially. No I literally mean me. The guy driving, the pilot The Great and Powerful Oz, I pulled back the curtain and no one was there. And I was absolutely ecstatic In a rush of pure love The talking head exploded and a butterfly took flight "I think he's really gone this time" Good riddance.
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 5:57 PM UTC
Good Riddance
I was feeling weak and you were strong for me I was broken But you matched me perfectly I believed in you Call it blind trust I fell for every lie But I believed in us Tired of love But was willing to fight There I was Laying in your bed every night. Sweat on my body As I laid close to you Slowly giving you all of me Hoping you would too. But you started stealing my love And stopped answering my calls. No more drunk nights in your room, No more hot loving all night. Still I was weak And was feeling alone. You said you were in love But I was all alone.
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Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 3:00 PM UTC
Summer Night Stands part 1
I try to navigate take the longer path hope the roads confuse me hope they create an illusion, not even the steadiest eyes could endure I try to memorize what I need to explain hope a beast surrounds me and takes my breath away hope it leaves me with no chance to speak again I try to persuade myself it's all going to be okay but really i wish it wasn't me who had to carry the bags explain the mess eventually I run out of roads to take, fake illusions to make, and their are no more beasts that could possibly harm me so i tell them the truth 'the pain hurts every single day, and I'm afraid, his memory is never going away' and if a tear or two falls down my cheeks I turn my back and accept - i've done my best.
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 9:59 PM UTC
The Path We Take