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There is a morning that refuses to end. Something I’ve been trying to understand, Something that doesn’t quite make sense until it does. I was happy with you. Not in a fleeting way, Not something I could easily replace, But something that settled into me quietly. You felt like home. And in that home, I found a version of myself that knew how to be happy. Not loudly. Not temporarily. You settled into me slowly, like warmth returning to frozen hands, like finding home after wandering too long through rooms where the sound of your heart only matters But then I saw you with them. And I tried to deny it at first. I tried to believe that what we had was enough. But the truth was there, clear and undeniable. You were happier. Not just a little, not just in passing, but in a way that lit you up completely. The kind of happiness I had never been able to give you. You looked lighter beside them. Like laughter came easier. Like the universe had finally placed you where you were always supposed to be. And I understood something terrible, Love does not always ask to be chosen. Sometimes it only asks to witness. And that was the moment everything changed. Because in choosing your happiness, I had to let go of mine. I didn’t just lose you. I lost the only place where my happiness knew how to exist. The days after felt unfamiliar. Quiet in the wrong ways. Heavy in places that used to feel full. It was like learning how to live without something I had already built my world around. Like carrying a life that no longer carried me back. And yet, even in that emptiness, something remains. A loophole. Because as much as I have lost my own happiness, As much as I am still trying to find where I belong without you, I cannot separate myself from the way I love you. And the way I love you has always meant this--- That your happiness matters more than mine ever did. So when I see you now, When I see you smiling the way you do with them, When I see you living in the kind of joy I could never give, Something in me still responds. It hurts. It really does. Like reopening a wound that healed incorrectly. But it is also the only proof that some part of me remains alive. And maybe that is the punishment. Not that I lost you, But that every new day forces me to survive you again, While still loving you enough to be grateful that you found the happiness I could not become. But at the same time, it gives me something to hold onto. Because if I can no longer be happy for myself, I can still be happy for you. The quiet, unbearable comfort of knowing that as long as you are happy, a fragment of me is too. And maybe that is the cruelest, most beautiful part of all. That even after losing you, even after losing the happiness I once had, I am not left with nothing. I am left with that loophole. The quiet, aching truth that as long as you are happy, a part of me still is too. Not whole. Not the way it used to be. Not enough to escape this loop. Not enough to call it healing. But enough to wake up again. Enough to keep going.
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May 10
May 10, 2026 at 12:29 PM UTC
Groundhog day
There is a morning that refuses to end. Something I’ve been trying to understand, Something that doesn’t quite make sense until it does. I was happy with you. Not in a fleeting way, Not something I could easily replace, But something that settled into me quietly. You felt like home. And in that home, I found a version of myself that knew how to be happy. Not loudly. Not temporarily. You settled into me slowly, like warmth returning to frozen hands, like finding home after wandering too long through rooms where the sound of your heart only matters But then I saw you with them. And I tried to deny it at first. I tried to believe that what we had was enough. But the truth was there, clear and undeniable. You were happier. Not just a little, not just in passing, but in a way that lit you up completely. The kind of happiness I had never been able to give you. You looked lighter beside them. Like laughter came easier. Like the universe had finally placed you where you were always supposed to be. And I understood something terrible, Love does not always ask to be chosen. Sometimes it only asks to witness. And that was the moment everything changed. Because in choosing your happiness, I had to let go of mine. I didn’t just lose you. I lost the only place where my happiness knew how to exist. The days after felt unfamiliar. Quiet in the wrong ways. Heavy in places that used to feel full. It was like learning how to live without something I had already built my world around. Like carrying a life that no longer carried me back. And yet, even in that emptiness, something remains. A loophole. Because as much as I have lost my own happiness, As much as I am still trying to find where I belong without you, I cannot separate myself from the way I love you. And the way I love you has always meant this--- That your happiness matters more than mine ever did. So when I see you now, When I see you smiling the way you do with them, When I see you living in the kind of joy I could never give, Something in me still responds. It hurts. It really does. Like reopening a wound that healed incorrectly. But it is also the only proof that some part of me remains alive. And maybe that is the punishment. Not that I lost you, But that every new day forces me to survive you again, While still loving you enough to be grateful that you found the happiness I could not become. But at the same time, it gives me something to hold onto. Because if I can no longer be happy for myself, I can still be happy for you. The quiet, unbearable comfort of knowing that as long as you are happy, a fragment of me is too. And maybe that is the cruelest, most beautiful part of all. That even after losing you, even after losing the happiness I once had, I am not left with nothing. I am left with that loophole. The quiet, aching truth that as long as you are happy, a part of me still is too. Not whole. Not the way it used to be. Not enough to escape this loop. Not enough to call it healing. But enough to wake up again. Enough to keep going.
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Rive! Split apart, up and down circle both ways. Let the pearl be down the sea and the star up on the high find the sky. Not a perfect circle yet to scoop the last decimal of Pi it's fine. Let a loophole be only for an eye!
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Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 4:56 PM UTC
Room For An Eye
Straight lines Some curves Straight lines get you there faster Curved lines show mistakes show loopholes show limbo Every single one of our lives have always will always be curved. We must learn to tread with these mistakes We must learn to find these loopholes We must be willing to be in constant limbo in constant darkness in order to reach the greener side.
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May 4, 2020
May 4, 2020 at 7:14 AM UTC
Curved Lives
as we escaped reality within boundless lands where the golem lives! where the golem lives! as we tried to make it finally finna don't fake it and as we entered our land secretly; always warm where the golem lives! where the golem lives! an infinite loophole children adults and groups it had never been too late we had never gone that far where the golem lives! where the golem lives! where the golem lives! where the golem lives!
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Feb 26, 2020
Feb 26, 2020 at 7:43 PM UTC
Our Last Song: Where The Golem Lives!
Where Weeds florish Lotus thrives And yet We quietly believe It's okay Let it be What is learned Survial of fittest Finding balance Everywhere Where weeds florish Lotus thrives
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Nov 25, 2019
Nov 25, 2019 at 4:29 AM UTC
Loop Hole
Small print What a way To cheat another day History has taught How to respond And Play There's nothing to fear But fear itself Knowing this is wealth Theres one word A join of two Reveals theres nothing had to do Loophole Loophole A hole of loops Infinite Every loophole has a loophole How significant Thats why its called Loop Hole Endless DNA Theres just one name That keeps it sane The name lives to this day John Hancock Sign that sh*t Big and bold No fear Showing that No cowardice Is within Is clear Let the loopholes Noose the necks Of those with bad intent Now thats enough Wasting thought on this My mind is not for rent Just remember Boomerang Three little birds that sang Killed by the bell Welcome to hell Theres no one else to blame.
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Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 12:03 PM UTC
John Hancock's Loophole
Why am I here? Am I simply a placeholder Sitting In hopes of a way out Maybe, no, yes, I'm just a placebo Easing my way through a loophole Accessing every cheat code Now it seems I've run out of cheats Taking them for granted to complete Task after task after task. Or, have I just run out of luck Dreading this day I guess it has struck Even though I've been waiting for it.
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 1:22 AM UTC
Untitled
Honestly, people have been telling me my whole life about **** I'm going to have to do. Exercise, eat right, good grades, hard work. And you may call it weak or cowardly, (though, I do prefer the term loophole), but I gave up a long time ago on doing any of it. I gave up on life, and I've never felt more free.
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Jun 6, 2014
Jun 6, 2014 at 11:05 AM UTC
Loophole