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Joyce Jul 2019
i
i write what i right
i right what i write
and then it starts to make sense
  Jul 2019 Joyce
Zia
i prayed for sunshine
but all i got were storms
were i patient enough
i’d have seen the rainbow
  Jul 2019 Joyce
Zia
Just like good times
bad times end too
  Jul 2019 Joyce
Atlas
Society is a prison.
It traps you in
And steals your freedoms.
Makes you conform.
Until you are normal.

So why don't we escape?

Because we are afraid.
Afraid of being alone.
Loneliness rots the mind
It steels the heart.

We all decided
Being trapped together
Is better than to be free
Alone.
Joyce Jul 2019
as night falls,
so do the tears.
drip. drip. drip
down the cliff of my chin,
soak the pillow
and make it heavy.
drip, drip, drip
down the river of my bed,
glimmer like diamonds
that bleed red.
Joyce Jul 2019
you make your own choices
but you can’t decide for other people
and that’s why you can’t just have anything you want
everybody wants something else
well me? i only want you
Joyce Jul 2019
the time i let you in
the same time i invited
a thief that stole
a piece of me
and now made the puzzle
fit perfectly
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