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tlhago Jun 2015
a walk to the moon
under the stars
a rope in hand
a small note
left at home
tlhago Jun 2015
it's funny how we went from strangers to friends, and then back to strangers again.

it is as though the universe never intended for us to meet.
tlhago Jun 2015
the darkest poetry give light to the dark souls that read those poems.
taken from twitter user @UhSoul
tlhago May 2015
she said "i'm broken",

i told her "but you can still be a collage"
tlhago May 2015
a good guy
with bad intentions
  May 2015 tlhago
Sabrina
Sometimes I get this feeling.
This feeling does not really have a name.
It is in the middle of my chest.
It is like my emotions are a rope.
The rope is strangling my heart.
It feels like it is about to explode
but it never does
It constricts my breathing and slows my thoughts
It almost hurts
Whenever I think of you
this feeling follows
All I want is for this feeling to go away
but at the same time
I need it
It reminds me I am alive.
This isn't really a poem, but more of an insight to the crazy thoughts I get at night.
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