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Not until you left
Not until you left did I realize I truly liked you
Not until you left did I realize I couldn't imagine my life with you
Not until you told me at the gates that you would leave someday
Not until I realized I would never like someone the way I liked the one that got away
A very rough draft but I just wanted to post something for the first time here
i failed,
please don't hate me.

tears fall,
nose aches,
throat burns.

hands tremble,
heart clenched,
lost in this ache.

my love can't defy you,
my weakness.

before the mirror,
"I'll make them proud,"
murmurs to my heart.

i failed,
please don't hate me.
the feeling when you fail your loved ones— for me, my parents, and for you, others— when you see the stars in their eyes and realize that you've stolen their shine.
I reach out,
but your warmth,
has already slipped away.
Moment we realise, the absence is louder than the presence ever was....
The trees breathe
in a language
older than time.
I’ve got this massive curry leaves tree in my garden. It’s my unofficial therapist..... hehe
Yep, I share my problems with it—big, small, and downright embarrassing...
But I make sure no one’s watching. I don’t want the neighbors thinking I’ve gone nuts!!
heheheh~~
 Jan 8 Blessednonye
Liana
The stars
The dark
The silence
The empty streets
The night

While I dance in the cold
Music taking me over
All of them
In their wonder
Are on my side
(this note was written by the world if it was on 2x speed and the one hamster going really fast of the wheel had a pet magenta iguana)
 Jan 8 Blessednonye
Liana
I want to do something
But I can't seem to do anything
I just sit on the couch
Cat on my lap
Blanket over me
And read

Everything I write
Right now
I feel isn't complete

I want to get up
And walk with my music outside
But I'm tired
Why is this so hard for me?
(this note was written by a destroyed chair that each rip and stain was from different person who felt bad at the moment. It is art.)
25
My best friend died
My boyfriend said he hates me
And I've been thinking lately
That it's not all in my head
I broke my mirror last week
I can't stand my own reflection
It was just some raw emotion
I can't wait for my damnation
Because girls like me
We don't get salvation
I sleep with my rosary
But God still isn't listening
I could tell my mom I’m sorry
But I doubt she would forgive me
And really I can't blame her
Because sinners come from sinners
I can't wait to die
Or maybe I'm just twenty-five.
I wrote this 2 years ago when I was certain the world was going to implode around me. It didn't.

— The End —