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Perhaps evaporating my tears to become a mere lifeless cloud, drifting away like a truth I shy away from, will free me from the cage that traps My dignity. My soul. My life. So I’ll be a bit happier. Perhaps shrinking myself, Reducing myself to sick opinions, comments, words That stab me a little each time Will save me from My own dangerous thoughts, So I’ll be a bit happier. Perhaps shoving things down my throat Knowingly, willingly, desperately Will remove the guilt that’s buried Deep in my mind Scarring my stomach and thighs Making me just broken bones. No flesh. So I’ll be a bit happier. Perhaps reaching out for that green lighter Just once more OnCe, ONCE more Will satisfy my cravings for pain, So I’ll be happier?
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Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 12:28 PM UTC
Perhaps Ill be happier
अकारण ही सही पर किसी की खुशी का कारण बनो तुम ,,, बेवजह ही सही पर किसी की हंसी का कारण बनो तुम ,,, कोई निकले पास से अकड़ कर, फिर भी साधारण बनो तुम,,, अधिक तो कुछ नहीं पर किसी की उम्मीद का उदाहरण बनो तुम........ || Life is too short || By_Mr. नितिन कुमार मीना ✍🏻 ✍🏻 Belong to the great village mohacha
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Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 5:56 AM UTC
एक प्रयास
Perhaps life outside the seascape of emotion is worth trying to, just live & never expecting high demand. Perhaps life gets bitter when your too alone for such a long time, it's like You seek company but you never did. Perhaps life outside writing are more Challenging than the play of words, Trying to dare the truth that never Comes out. Perhaps life gets busy on things that didn't matter, you laze around and listening to stories never your own. Trying to pass time, like a passerby Never staying, you just fade in the background of things you wish it's Yours... Perhaps life outside my inspiration I'm too forgiving, too passive, and too sensitive that I never care for Myself. I care too much on my own Prison that I forgot to believe on myself. I don't write like I used too, because I care too less like I used too...
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May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 7:30 AM UTC
I don't write like I used too
Trouble spilling in paradise I won't make a peep Words worthless anyhow You know talk is cheap I keep struggles stitched up tight In patches sewn underneath my skin Stress wears seams until they snap Bystanders get a glimpse within And God forbid living souls witness Damage or wear and tear I strive to become a statue Motionless to every passing stare I know you wish to be perfect Such a thing does not exist I am not the best at navigating Trails of life that turn and twist I am rueful for not being grateful The way you juggle our problems with skill Probably am an anchor you drag along Not quitting though hike is uphill I long to help carry burdens My arms are simply too thin Fear I'll drop precious cargo from hands Soon as movement begins I would not blame you if resentment Started erecting high walls Disappointment forced you away from me On road paved with regret and missed calls I don't hear how you are able to see beauty In my reflection I just see my mistakes Don't have an explanation For why heart constantly aches« But you lift the sun a little bit higher Clearing dark clouds in skies With flick of the wrist you beckon their return Rain pours from both heaven and my tired eyes I do not think I deserve most poor treatment All I want is to find your laughter You've got this bad habit of putting me down Feeling bad for it after I should battle FOR you Not with you Be my first priority If you stopped imprisoning my heart Would realize it's you who holds the key
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May 31, 2024
May 31, 2024 at 5:39 PM UTC
Warden
Trouble spilling in paradise I won't make a peep Words worthless anyhow You know talk is cheap I keep struggles stitched up tight In patches sewn underneath my skin Stress wears seams until they snap Bystanders get a glimpse within And God forbid living souls witness Damage or wear and tear I strive to become a statue Motionless to every passing stare I know you wish to be perfect Such a thing does not exist I am not the best at navigating Trails of life that turn and twist I am rueful for not being grateful The way you juggle our problems with skill Probably am an anchor you drag along Not quitting though hike is uphill I long to help carry burdens My arms are simply too thin Fear I'll drop precious cargo from hands Soon as movement begins I would not blame you if resentment Started erecting high walls Disappointment forced you away from me On road paved with regret and missed calls I don't hear how you are able to see beauty In my reflection I just see my mistakes Don't have an explanation For why heart constantly aches« But you lift the sun a little bit higher Clearing dark clouds in skies With flick of the wrist you beckon their return Rain pours from both heaven and my tired eyes I do not think I deserve most poor treatment All I want is to find your laughter You've got this bad habit of putting me down Feeling bad for it after I should battle FOR you Not with you Be my first priority If you stopped imprisoning my heart Would realize it's you who holds the key
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I would like to meet again Perhaps on sea or shore If you would like to meet again I promise I won't bore!
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Apr 14, 2021
Apr 14, 2021 at 1:27 PM UTC
Meet again
i know a tragic poetry; two souls met and burned together for each other and for the world, fate blew the flame and then they parted as strangers. IA
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Feb 26, 2021
Feb 26, 2021 at 3:57 AM UTC
and all that we are made up of are memories
Regarding Suzi but it's cold. Pulsatilla to help. Distant from. Persistent smoke pouring. Photo of boredom. Soho and never. Ending because I feel like I'm gonna throw up this neon peering through the hair, the shakes. **** it's cold. Garrett Johnson.
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Feb 17, 2021
Feb 17, 2021 at 3:18 PM UTC
Regarding Suzi but it's cold.
perhaps today i'll get out of bed. perhaps today i'll eat breakfast other than a stale poptart or an old granola bar. perhaps today i'll speak to someone other than in choked whispers ending in silent tears or angry screams ending in sobs. perhaps today i'll write something down instead of letting it ricochet around my head for weeks before forgetting i even thought of it. perhaps today i'll stop painting myself the hero in an entirely made up reality when i am in fact the villain of my story trapping myself in a paper cage filled with my own words. perhaps.
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Aug 26, 2020
Aug 26, 2020 at 11:27 AM UTC
perhaps.
You loved me like they do in the movies. Perhaps thats the reason why it ended.
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Jun 12, 2020
Jun 12, 2020 at 12:07 PM UTC
Untitled
His command of color Most magnificent He transformed the pain Of his tormented life Into ecstatic beauty Pain is easy to portray But to use your Passion and pain To portray the ecstasy and joy And magnificence of our world No one had ever done it before Perhaps no one will again
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 8:29 PM UTC
Gogh
Perhaps he wasn't an angel from the sky Or a superhero with the ability to fly ...But instead just a boy who liked to get real high
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Apr 3, 2020
Apr 3, 2020 at 5:23 AM UTC
No Angel
Maybe you will wake up one day and feel this way too Maybe you won't Maybe you will wake up one day and think about my smile first thing Maybe you won't Maybe you will wake up one day and all you will hear is my laugh on repeat Maybe you won't Maybe you will wake up one day and think about how you wish it was me But you probably won't
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 12:05 AM UTC
You Won't
What, if I may ask, is happiness? I think, perhaps, that it is not being alone Being loved Having someone beside you Just maybe
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Aug 15, 2019
Aug 15, 2019 at 7:16 PM UTC
Maybe
They asked, Why I was lost in my cerulean reveries? I said, “perhaps reality aches.”
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Jun 10, 2019
Jun 10, 2019 at 8:17 AM UTC
Cerulean Reveries
I turned 16 the other day. There's nothing much different, yet here I am, a year older, a year closer to death... a year closer to living the life that I want. A year closer to making the change for the better. A year closer to getting better.
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Apr 29, 2019
Apr 29, 2019 at 3:30 PM UTC
Getting Older
perhaps I was only a tribute to your pride perhaps you sought refuge in moments of raw desire perhaps the nobility of loving was too much to ask for.
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Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 3:58 PM UTC
Perhaps
I grasped it and held the air tight I caught it! it's in my empty hand. -empty That's fine I hold it harder my nails break skin my nails break bone gone empty over and over and over and, and, and They've started chanting now the.. voices they. them. not real though. my room is empty. and if I say that enough then the voices will be gone. perhaps I've made them up perhaps they made me
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 4:46 PM UTC
The Great Perhaps
Perhaps I was too much of a coward, to not be able to express my feelings to you, whom I loved. Perhaps if I had more courage, I wouldn’t be where I am today, watching you from the sidelines, always hoping, wishing, yet never being fulfilled. Perhaps if you didn’t notice me, then I wouldn’t have had false hopes, to continue dreaming, knowing it would never happen in reality. Perhaps if I had never seen you in the first place, I wouldn’t have fallen so hard, but it’s too late for that. Perhaps, I wouldn’t have liked you from the start, if you had never existed in my life, but why must you? Why must you make me fawn over you, treating every interaction with you as a treasure? Why must you make me so head over heels, just because your smile lights up my life? Why must you make me, make me unable to get over you? Why must you make me such a mess in front of you, blushing and unable to say a word? Why, perhaps if I wasn’t such a coward, I wouldn’t be here writing this.
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Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 8:30 AM UTC
Perhaps
Perhaps While driving on the hill roads of France Do not say 'perhaps'. It is after the blood nil accident occurred. You were needed to slow the speed 'perhaps'. Before marriage a sex is needed to know the firstness of it 'perhaps'. After divorce it will not work to stay alone it can not be applied "perhaps'.
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Jan 14, 2019
Jan 14, 2019 at 9:09 AM UTC
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