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Heart hurts so bad, its hard to even think, I know I gotta be strong, but how, when I feel so weak No idea why u tell me that you love me, want me to stay when I see the way you look at me, fighting everyday I'm holding on to what I thought we had but the longer I stay, it only makes me feel unwanted and bad. You make me out to seem like something I'm not You said You were grateful for me, so why are u letting my heart rot? Whats fkd up about it all is the whole time, you were the one pretending, because u never truly cared, not even now that its ending. Dont know how much longer I can take this, I cant keep feelin like i dnt exist, loving someone who doesn't give a ****. Cant keep killin my soul because you wont try to understand I thought you would better me, thought u were a different man. But now I see that things arent gna change, aren't gna get better. Not convinced by your fake smiles, dont believe your letters. I just wish I hadn't let you change me so much, so disgusted and dissapointed, with who I've become. And in your eyes, Im to blame. u do no wrong, feel no shame. Hearts going completely insain with pain, mind's withering away. Because theres no sensible reason why I'm still here, its not because I need u, its not because of fear. Guess I'm hanging on to the hope that maybe its just this place. Fighting the logical me, deep down I know things are gna be the same. Not sure if I should be proud that I stuck it out, or should be feeling stupid for ignoring all my doubts. Whatever it is, I need to find some sincere kinda peace. And I realized being w u, I'm just not happy with me
J Fletcher Jan 2021
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mike Sep 2015
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i Apr 25
The current died,
****** I’m afraid. It left her lying
wide awake. Maybe in another universe
she was treated right, The moon’s pull couldn’t
have drowned her, right? Would it be too much to
wave the question? To ask why her eyes turned Sahara
and dried up without the suns message? Golden hour wouldn’t matter if all that she thought about was the moons patterns. How
he brought rein,rain
and fkd up her ways
   to follow stars that le-
   ead to what really m-
   atters today . So with
  her   collapsed  coffin
   coral and fried tides ,
    she  decided it was t-
   ime for her like once
before comeback to life.
   Not a word not a sou-
      nd but a crash and s-
         plash,  at  last  she
           lives reflecting t-
               he moons attack,
                     as her water
                     pounds.
The moon killed the sea

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