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"harcore" poems
27 Today I turn 27, Finding myself not feeling anything, Recovery is a bittersweet ending, Sobriety but a lingering telling, It took 27 lines of ******** drugs, Not the kind you may think off, The kind we are so addicted to, 27 lines of the purest lies, 27 lines of the finest mistreatment, 27 lines of the most mindfucking self harming, 27 lines of the most relaxing coping, 27 lines of the most euphoric settling, It took 27 contracts, To realize that in this tale as old as time ending, Is never too late, To rule over a queendom, Abandoned by the heiress, A queen of a lonely poetry, Fading in the vision, Chasing fantasies, Never seeing the clock behind her, 27 years to wake up from a slumber, A self given kiss, The curse is broken, 27 years of harcore lines, The ones that only make you realize, Delusion is but a poisoned apple, The side effects but a reflection of the hidden mirror, For in the end, my world is but an illusion, The same you wake up to, An actress of everyone's delusions, Never given a chance to envision, The illustrations of a scripture, A tale written by a lonely heiress, One that welcomes, Foes that see the vision, Wolves wearing sheep linen, Their masquerade no longer hidden, 27 years of ******** lines, Rose pink sunglasses the sweetest red wine, 27 years of the finest lines, Why was it so hard, To see what was left behind, A world that is only mine, Looking, looking, and looking, For a savior wearing armor and diamond, Today I realize, The heaviness in my heart, Heaviness of armor I looked past, I had been fighting a war, To protect what is so precious and not far, The vision of a lonely child, Made to closer her eyes, So she would never realize, She was the one she was looking for, Shameless for is never too late, To open the gates of heaven inside.
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Apr 20, 2025
Apr 20, 2025 at 9:11 PM UTC
VioletEvang
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27 Today I turn 27, Finding myself not feeling anything, Recovery is a bittersweet ending, Sobriety but a lingering telling, It took 27 lines of ******** drugs, Not the kind you may think off, The kind we are so addicted to, 27 lines of the purest lies, 27 lines of the finest mistreatment, 27 lines of the most mindfucking self harming, 27 lines of the most relaxing coping, 27 lines of the most euphoric settling, It took 27 contracts, To realize that in this tale as old as time ending, Is never too late, To rule over a queendom, Abandoned by the heiress, A queen of a lonely poetry, Fading in the vision, Chasing fantasies, Never seeing the clock behind her, 27 years to wake up from a slumber, A self given kiss, The curse is broken, 27 years of harcore lines, The ones that only make you realize, Delusion is but a poisoned apple, The side effects but a reflection of the hidden mirror, For in the end, my world is but an illusion, The same you wake up to, An actress of everyone's delusions, Never given a chance to envision, The illustrations of a scripture, A tale written by a lonely heiress, One that welcomes, Foes that see the vision, Wolves wearing sheep linen, Their masquerade no longer hidden, 27 years of ******** lines, Rose pink sunglasses the sweetest red wine, 27 years of the finest lines, Why was it so hard, To see what was left behind, A world that is only mine, Looking, looking, and looking, For a savior wearing armor and diamond, Today I realize, The heaviness in my heart, Heaviness of armor I looked past, I had been fighting a war, To protect what is so precious and not far, The vision of a lonely child, Made to closer her eyes, So she would never realize, She was the one she was looking for, Shameless for is never too late, To open the gates of heaven inside.
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