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#wordsiwritebutneverspeak
i want to play the main role in your story yet i am stuck cast as the understudy i just wish you would’ve told me instead of keeping the water muddy though i wasn’t born yesterday love’s always made me act a fool but come as it may i will get cooler with time maybe then i will be your star and score the part as the winner in your heart too busy being everyone’s peace to ever find my own hard to see the big picture when there’s another script you’re thrown owed for my dutiful role but will never be paid
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 2:30 PM UTC
Understudy
Not as sharp as I once was Like a dull blade stored in a drawer So my confidence is worn I used to know what i wanted Now I’m lost And stuck being haunted From faded potential It’s consequential No matter the cost To move back to the path And get everything on track I just want myself back
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 12:40 PM UTC
faded potential
my own mind has been my pitfall i may have eyes, but i can’t see it all have had to look outside myself cause that’s the only thing that helps to not amplify something small the calls have came from inside the house but i’ve only chose to answer now
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Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 12:06 PM UTC
crawling out from the pitfall
felt so much for so long life taught me to numb it since it’s better to feel nothing than be stuck in perpetual dread easier to numb it than wish to be dead easier to numb it all than feel the pain instead but eventually i have to heal instead of hiding away in bed trying to push it away trying to be strong while i string myself along but when i’m alone here comes down the crumbled walls of stone that once were a safe home for feelings never shown
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Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 10:27 PM UTC
easier to be numb.
life used to be the barrier i was deemed the burden carrier of the bloodline though that wasn’t a role I claimed as mine it was the natural assumption but just as much a disruption never for my benefit but I have to wear the mask, masquerading as heaven sent though my wings were clipped an angel who could never soar especially since no one would guess these doe eyes have seen webs of lies woven from those before a testimony of time’s sores the story into which I was born
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Feb 18
Feb 18, 2026 at 1:20 PM UTC
the cycle breaker