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"outweighing" poems
the morning after always hurts the worst hazy brain summersault stomach and where in the hell is my car i want a pizza or two it was nice to see you i've missed your smile and condensed stare and the shape that your lips make while you confess your love to the beer bottle's neck that explains the jameson and all the beers at the bar the beer bongs at the after party and why i could stomach the strippers it was all you so nice to see you why do i always feel guilty when the sun comes up no one got a black eye i didn't grab the mic and my clothes stayed on until i was safely home although the cab driver may have caught a glance to think i'm "all grown up" i'm not at all sorry not for the whiskey gut or the fire i'll throw up or the kisses that i didn't plant along your collar i'm still the same floral-print ship-wreck at the bottom of the bottle my mother once said that the only people worth clinging to are those who see all of your greatness outweighing your flaws you still see the holes in my tights and my falling hem line not the honey sweet legs they shape or the hips and thighs that the denim hides i'll be just fine as the german genie in the bottle of irish whiskey witty and slack-jawed and ready to kiss the lips off the face of the clock and two shots away from dancing with the cops i look great in hand-cuffs i'll whistle the whole way to jail small victories weigh the most and right now i feel like muhammed ali thanks, babe here's two asprin that glow better than your eyes and they're mine waiting to chase away the pain that came up with the sun here's to endings that aren't a safe bet here's to sleeping alone here's to new mistakes just waiting to happen water never tasted so good to me
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 1:39 PM UTC
letting go. (the brown bottle blues.)
the morning after always hurts the worst hazy brain summersault stomach and where in the hell is my car i want a pizza or two it was nice to see you i've missed your smile and condensed stare and the shape that your lips make while you confess your love to the beer bottle's neck that explains the jameson and all the beers at the bar the beer bongs at the after party and why i could stomach the strippers it was all you so nice to see you why do i always feel guilty when the sun comes up no one got a black eye i didn't grab the mic and my clothes stayed on until i was safely home although the cab driver may have caught a glance to think i'm "all grown up" i'm not at all sorry not for the whiskey gut or the fire i'll throw up or the kisses that i didn't plant along your collar i'm still the same floral-print ship-wreck at the bottom of the bottle my mother once said that the only people worth clinging to are those who see all of your greatness outweighing your flaws you still see the holes in my tights and my falling hem line not the honey sweet legs they shape or the hips and thighs that the denim hides i'll be just fine as the german genie in the bottle of irish whiskey witty and slack-jawed and ready to kiss the lips off the face of the clock and two shots away from dancing with the cops i look great in hand-cuffs i'll whistle the whole way to jail small victories weigh the most and right now i feel like muhammed ali thanks, babe here's two asprin that glow better than your eyes and they're mine waiting to chase away the pain that came up with the sun here's to endings that aren't a safe bet here's to sleeping alone here's to new mistakes just waiting to happen water never tasted so good to me
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they say the good outweighs the bad. but what if lately the bad has been outweighing the good? what if i cant look at you the same anymore what if im trying so hard to find someone to replace you i havent cried in 6 days.. and im not starting now Im just stuck in this loop and honestly i want out i plead the day June comes i cant take it anymore i hate this but i wont let u know i wont let u see me cry im tired of letting people see me weak i want them to see me at my strongest even if im not that strong
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
April 2013.
The patches of autumn colors engraved on the land outweighing the brown soil like an anchor sinking deep every soul losing its will to survive as it dries up into the color of the earth the smell of the apricots and dried leaves, old vintage keys rises up like grey smoke from the chimney in a futile attempt to grab safety and hold it in its sinewy hands hoping that it would save them from the beginning of the end. (c)
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Nov 14, 2013
Nov 14, 2013 at 3:47 AM UTC
autumn fields
Before I met you I was just a broken heart and a damaged soul The one before you stole my heart shortly after I stole hers But now she's moved on to someone new and I was left on the outside I used to walk around with the sorrow outweighing my happiness The night I met you I had gone out to clear my mind Ready to leave, you introduced yourself to me Instantly we hit it off and you made me forget all about my hurt I know I've only known you for a day, but I could see me having you around for longer So I thank you for the happiness and thank god for last night
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Oct 10, 2011
Oct 10, 2011 at 8:55 PM UTC
Thank God For Last Night
Tears dripping down my chin Water collecting in deep lines Beginning to feel insecure again Painted mind should see silken signs Circular thoughts of sadness and shame Pool into large puddles of self-loathing Pondered epiphanies spill out of my head You stand by, watch them stain clothing I am on my hands and aching knees Sorrow outweighing endurance and bliss My existence is heavier Each moment feel less and less Golden guesses and hypotheses are yours The ambition is gone from my soul Expand the horizons of written thoughts After self-acceptance so I can be whole Sit there fumbling for the right words to say Your freshly worried face in my sight Self-hatred forcing us to drift further from happiness You win with passion, fight with kisses every night
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC
Sorrow Outweighing Happiness
What if poetry is just an escape from loneliness? What if most poets if not all are loners Who find comfort in speaking with themselves? These poems are feelings unheard Sadness outweighing happiness
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Feb 20, 2019
Feb 20, 2019 at 9:31 AM UTC
poets and poetry
these passing moments with you could declare a lifetime of temporary happiness if only you knew how important you are to me innocent games we play rewriting the rules changing the motives never knowing exactly where the fun ends i'd like to believe you would never cheat there is a fine line between knowing how to play and actually playing which i would assume is kept exclusive between us when desire takes precedence over consideration towards one another outweighing the good and the bad of you becomes unbalanced as i am always biased in regards to matters of the heart even if you never love me the way i love you memories we made will stay creased on the sheets where i lay waiting for you to come back
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Nov 9, 2024
Nov 9, 2024 at 12:25 PM UTC
hang fire
there is a boy who sits in the rain. Right smack on the ground, in the asphalt and dirt, but mud will not ***** further a stain of his token. and this boy is not forgiven, he is desperately lost in the state of broken-barely living which he feels suits him best. for this boy is willing to open wide, take the perverted inside for a price outweighing coins. At the moment they join, in whispered breath, he collects a secret as cold as death. They range from immoral to revolting; each twisted and shameless, yet not enough to dissuade the boy from his task. because this boy is searching for a murderer, solely to ask: does the guilt make it your fault?                they promised it was not mine at all And each secret held in his chest has two culprits or more. More than one have committed the same folly. They are disturbed and cracked but not caught, living freely. The filth has a chance to wash clean; they are able to repair themselves. But the murderers? No second chances. Thus they do not come to the boy; they are found by the law. Visible in society and chained in view of the innocent, this boy’s ears echoes with their sins. All the killers of people, spouses, strangers, parents, children, friends, vibrancy. All because of anger, revenge, fetishes, sicknesses...deemed despicable they were left to rot. and that eight year old boy could never understand why they granted him innocence when he was caught. and this twenty-three year old boy will sit in the rain, drenched in sweat as he visualizes the fire and feels the burns that rain cannot extinguish, whilst staring at an empty land plot. and this boy trembles, caressing an old, withered cigarette pack that is one short. Since years ago, this boy has not recognized his worth.
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Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 12:12 AM UTC
to forget your worth
there is a boy who sits in the rain. Right smack on the ground, in the asphalt and dirt, but mud will not ***** further a stain of his token. and this boy is not forgiven, he is desperately lost in the state of broken-barely living which he feels suits him best. for this boy is willing to open wide, take the perverted inside for a price outweighing coins. At the moment they join, in whispered breath, he collects a secret as cold as death. They range from immoral to revolting; each twisted and shameless, yet not enough to dissuade the boy from his task. because this boy is searching for a murderer, solely to ask: does the guilt make it your fault?                they promised it was not mine at all And each secret held in his chest has two culprits or more. More than one have committed the same folly. They are disturbed and cracked but not caught, living freely. The filth has a chance to wash clean; they are able to repair themselves. But the murderers? No second chances. Thus they do not come to the boy; they are found by the law. Visible in society and chained in view of the innocent, this boy’s ears echoes with their sins. All the killers of people, spouses, strangers, parents, children, friends, vibrancy. All because of anger, revenge, fetishes, sicknesses...deemed despicable they were left to rot. and that eight year old boy could never understand why they granted him innocence when he was caught. and this twenty-three year old boy will sit in the rain, drenched in sweat as he visualizes the fire and feels the burns that rain cannot extinguish, whilst staring at an empty land plot. and this boy trembles, caressing an old, withered cigarette pack that is one short. Since years ago, this boy has not recognized his worth.
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The problem with us people With all of our emotions Overflowing ourselves And spilling into each other Is that while we are stumbling Through our own blind confusion We fail to remember That there will always be things We say but could never mean Outweighing those Many, many things We could never say enough.
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May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 8:46 PM UTC
The Scale
Turn on the TV Nothing but static Switch to the news Riots and violence Brainwashed with lies Afraid of the new Judging the different Just to be "cool" Side-effects are Outweighing the illness The Federal Government Is keeping secrets Teens shooting guns Children are dead Kids hyped on drugs But "It's all in your head" Pop some more pills Make the pain go away Cut a little deeper No one cares if you stay
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Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 6:47 PM UTC
Modern Day
Social media is not a necessity. Many times it is more of a distraction. For me, one could say, It became a fatal attraction. It has some beneficial uses, But, like guns and drugs, There are usually outweighing abuses. A twelve step rehab plan for an addiction? I'd rather have a plan that's permanent and nonfiction. The first step to recovery will be just that— A first step. So on that basis, It is essential to take A haitus.
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Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 2:39 PM UTC
A Hiatus
As I layed dying, Praying, "Please God help me out." The memories flashed before my eyes, All the good, And all the bad ones. The good outweighing the bad. I remember me being there for you, I remember you opening up, But now here I am The blood pouring out, And my last thoughts are: How I let you in, And you tore me apart.
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Dec 5, 2012
Dec 5, 2012 at 8:51 PM UTC
Last Thought
Layers upon layers Of not only sheets But hands Limbs Bare to hairy legged ratios Creating symphonies of friction Laughs outweighing ******* Clanks of teeth forgetting the catastrophe Of love over lust. Innocence is better preserved in a glow in the dark jar Stuffed with children's movies Until heavy-lidded two am’s Versus using creaks of beds To drown out the white noise Of are we really happy? Buzzing in our ears Like gaudy flies with lightning blue wings That we wish to swat away squish between the two of our lips until we taste subduing blood or better yet disguise the insect in a pretty costume and play pretend.
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Dec 22, 2015
Dec 22, 2015 at 11:30 PM UTC
Child's Play
Instead.  You see, Ebony, ivory supremacies, that head-up the baskin + robbins of 23 flavors of supremacy that the united **** of assassins be, divided, conquered the education system, working together in perfect harmony, coming up with a long- term plan as the basis for this conspiracy, Ebony would legitimize white special schools getting paid for by All, voucherization, by their getting special ones like ivory has for their special supposed Christian, well off kids, the basis of it had to be a subtle disinformation prog., 'Kid First', which was really 'My Kid First', determining Charters, for Ebony, and the corporatizing, privatizing of the public school system, the wants of the 'chosen' minorities, ebony, ivory, outweighing the needs of the majority, the current destruction of public educ. we’ve been unable to stop, followed. That backslided our education system to pre- Plessey vs. Ferguson supremacy court ruling, to a 'separate but not equal' state. Now, Ebony, ivory are targeting 'Zero-Tolerance', don't let them prey upon kids, a lessening of terrorism is all we can do, by a video monitor in every classroom. Soon they'll have done the same with the environmental, climate crisis movements.   'Environmental justice' is their panacea this time, which will allow them to get from environment 1st of the climate crisis movement to 'my environment 1st' of the supposed left, making sure any and all tax $ that relates only goes to improving their demographics environments, and not to addressing climate crisis, when Earth First is the only answer.  As the lock, fix for la machine, the corp. structure, republican conspiracy, global oligarchy, they enforce, 'might makes right', when it only might, and always makes wrong, 'power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely'.  Gandhi said, “be the change you wish to see in the world”, and "the root of all oppression lies in (supposed) science".  If you don’t want people to be cowered you must be, "abhaya, fearlessness, most important for an individual and a nation".  Don't listen to the the silence is golden crowd, who are taking it all the way to the bank.  Exercise responsibility, or it's Siamese twin sister freedom, will wither like an unused muscle as well.  Viva solidaridad, evolucion.
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Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 4:52 AM UTC
'Kid First' Was 'My Kid First', 'Environment 1st' is 'My Environment 1st'
Instead.  You see, Ebony, ivory supremacies, that head-up the baskin + robbins of 23 flavors of supremacy that the united **** of assassins be, divided, conquered the education system, working together in perfect harmony, coming up with a long- term plan as the basis for this conspiracy, Ebony would legitimize white special schools getting paid for by All, voucherization, by their getting special ones like ivory has for their special supposed Christian, well off kids, the basis of it had to be a subtle disinformation prog., 'Kid First', which was really 'My Kid First', determining Charters, for Ebony, and the corporatizing, privatizing of the public school system, the wants of the 'chosen' minorities, ebony, ivory, outweighing the needs of the majority, the current destruction of public educ. we’ve been unable to stop, followed. That backslided our education system to pre- Plessey vs. Ferguson supremacy court ruling, to a 'separate but not equal' state. Now, Ebony, ivory are targeting 'Zero-Tolerance', don't let them prey upon kids, a lessening of terrorism is all we can do, by a video monitor in every classroom. Soon they'll have done the same with the environmental, climate crisis movements.   'Environmental justice' is their panacea this time, which will allow them to get from environment 1st of the climate crisis movement to 'my environment 1st' of the supposed left, making sure any and all tax $ that relates only goes to improving their demographics environments, and not to addressing climate crisis, when Earth First is the only answer.  As the lock, fix for la machine, the corp. structure, republican conspiracy, global oligarchy, they enforce, 'might makes right', when it only might, and always makes wrong, 'power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely'.  Gandhi said, “be the change you wish to see in the world”, and "the root of all oppression lies in (supposed) science".  If you don’t want people to be cowered you must be, "abhaya, fearlessness, most important for an individual and a nation".  Don't listen to the the silence is golden crowd, who are taking it all the way to the bank.  Exercise responsibility, or it's Siamese twin sister freedom, will wither like an unused muscle as well.  Viva solidaridad, evolucion.
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All this bitterness sat rotting my insides for over 10 years now nothing has remained untouched The faults and flaws outweighing the attributes I could no longer stomach my own reflection not because of my appearance but because of the ugliness that lay below the surface Terrified of my own unguarded thoughts that were often sharper than any knives Blades never quite did as much damage as the cruelty of my internal dialogue learning to use words as weapons the cause of my own demise
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Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 6:04 AM UTC
Cause of my demise
that night remember i'd dug a hole sick, the sand cold and wet you ****** me the room spinning madly my eyes silenced & my mouth pained your need outweighing my own you are spent and my urge to die, passing silenced, your heart betraying even there beachside villa
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Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 4:32 PM UTC
gutted
love is a flash of a news love outweigh the news love outweigh the flash of the news news outweigh the news of a flash news outweigh the news of love a news of flash is a news of love outweigh is outweighing a flash of a news sensation is sensation of a flash sensation is sensation of a news sensation is a news flash sensation sensation is a news flash love sensation is outweighing sensation to its news sensation is outweighing sensation to its love sensation is outweighing sensation to its flash of love love is a flash of sensation love is a flash of a flashing sensation love is a flash of a flashing news sensation the love of sensation is the love of the news the love of sensation is the love of a flashing news a flash of sensation is a flash of a news a flashing flash is a flash of a flashing love
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Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 3:42 PM UTC
a flash of love
I'm still so Lost Inside my Emotions I don't even know What to feel anymore If I'm being honest I think my ***** is outweighing My heart or head.
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Sep 9, 2014
Sep 9, 2014 at 2:59 AM UTC
Carnal Cravings
I count all the people in my life, And then I count all the reasons they would leave The reasons outweighing their presence Terrifyingly temporary. Echoes in my mind over and over, You are alone And you always will be
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Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC
Temporary
Life is full of a thousand varying scales Love and Hate Anger and Joy Happiness and Sadness There must be balance to keep the peace For some reason however, One of your scales seem to be offset Love is outweighing hate by far too much It’s taking a toll on your soul You’ve become tired and insecure From all your love overflowing from your scale As it floods onto those who are heavy with hate It’s okay to be angry and unforgiving It’s okay to be sad and admit hatred They come on par with healing For without being able to know these feelings You will drown in the in between You are far too wonderful to sink below the pressure Spare your scales and be honest with your heart If you weren’t meant to feel both the heaviness and lightness You wouldn’t have had a heart Feel the anger, hatred, and sadness So that you may receive the love, happiness, and joy Without the consequence of an unbalanced scale
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 11:10 PM UTC
Scales
i know what i signed up for, working in the service industry, more specifically working as a barista. maybe i didn't really know (despite being told for years that i would make a great barista) i had no idea what was in store there's good and bad days with the good outweighing the bad there's customers who i am getting to know names and orders standing out to me there's the pet names i get called 'sweetie, sweetheart, darling, dear' there's the customers who would rather stare at their screens than give me even a second of eye contact making me feel a little less than a person there are those who smile and say how bubbly i am to them and how they can't understand why i can be so happy at 4 in the morning (i don't either but i continue to do so) there's the customers who talk on the phone while placing their order only adding to the chaos during a rush there are the customers who take a second pause and tell me their order before going back to their phone call there are two sides to every customer two sides to every interaction there are always good and bad days however, it is the good that always outweighs the bad
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Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 5:49 PM UTC
thoughts of a barista
i find it unnerving, hearing my voice out loud, after being branded, growing up the quiet one, who’s a bit too shy. small talk is pointless. the weather is the same— too sunny, too windy, everyone’s always baffled by rain. we exchange ‘y’alrights’ to seem polite when no one really cares. but where i come from, we ask, dig deep, we share. talking is personal. intimate and sacred. we ask how your day’s been with space designated for your words. we don’t pretend sharing doesn’t hurt. it does. standing on a stage fearing becoming too repetitive, too boring, running out of stories to share. i focus on the words in front, not on the people who stare. but it still wrecks me— and my voice does tremble. i’m not used to strangers in moments so tender, it fills me with dread. but instead of rotting away, i’m finding i shed. i shed the heaviness from inside, and beneath the words, i’m fuelled by fire outweighing the hurt rubbed reeling. i’m using it in lanterns on my journey of healing— however long it takes. it is my becoming, it’s never been a phase. sometimes it gets dark, but do witness every line, observe every spark. i’ll be here standing— voice trembling or not.
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Jul 9, 2025
Jul 9, 2025 at 3:25 PM UTC
thanks for coming to my panic attack.
The dreams of what I hope and aspire to be are outweighing the pain of my past. The excitement and beauty I see in my future are worth every bit of disappointment I've conquered. Yes, the memories of my mind are tying a noose around a struggling heart, but love of my King is replacing it with a crown of worth. I will grasp what I've always deserved and dreamt of.
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Jul 13, 2015
Jul 13, 2015 at 11:09 PM UTC
Crown of Worth
Im tired of hurting. There's so much pain I don't know how to deal with. Pain that has been there for so long that I've only added to it. I want release. Release from any of this pain at all if not it all. I've given too much power to them and I do not know how to get out of this labyrinth. I've tried crying out to him but I only feel more and more lonely lately. I know he is there but why does he feel so far off. The pain is outweighing the hope that I used to have so much of. This is not a cry for attention nor a plea just me raging at the world. I need relief and joy. Maybe that is why I give so much to these strangers that come into my innocence and then become devastated yet again as they leave me. I don't know why it surprises me anymore. It's my own fault. But the cigarettes don't help anymore and neither does the alcohol so I just feel trapped. So far down in this pit of self pity. She is forced to remember all the good things she once knew to be so true about herself. Painfully beautiful on the inside and out. The kindest soul you will ever encounter. The most talented artistic intellect lies within her hands and heart. She loves the things around her more than someone might love their spouse. She will go so far, even though she doubts herself. She is undoubtedly loved by the only one who matters. She is royalty, a Daughter of the King. Only the most special people she has encountered really know her and who she is, however they are the ones who run the most. They marvel at her poise, the way she carries herself and how incredibly gorgeous she is. She should learn from this. Find joy again my darling, she needs you to find her. She needs to be lifted up, she needs to be her again.
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Oct 9, 2016
Oct 9, 2016 at 3:28 PM UTC
Untitled
Im tired of hurting. There's so much pain I don't know how to deal with. Pain that has been there for so long that I've only added to it. I want release. Release from any of this pain at all if not it all. I've given too much power to them and I do not know how to get out of this labyrinth. I've tried crying out to him but I only feel more and more lonely lately. I know he is there but why does he feel so far off. The pain is outweighing the hope that I used to have so much of. This is not a cry for attention nor a plea just me raging at the world. I need relief and joy. Maybe that is why I give so much to these strangers that come into my innocence and then become devastated yet again as they leave me. I don't know why it surprises me anymore. It's my own fault. But the cigarettes don't help anymore and neither does the alcohol so I just feel trapped. So far down in this pit of self pity. She is forced to remember all the good things she once knew to be so true about herself. Painfully beautiful on the inside and out. The kindest soul you will ever encounter. The most talented artistic intellect lies within her hands and heart. She loves the things around her more than someone might love their spouse. She will go so far, even though she doubts herself. She is undoubtedly loved by the only one who matters. She is royalty, a Daughter of the King. Only the most special people she has encountered really know her and who she is, however they are the ones who run the most. They marvel at her poise, the way she carries herself and how incredibly gorgeous she is. She should learn from this. Find joy again my darling, she needs you to find her. She needs to be lifted up, she needs to be her again.
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To this morning that came heavy, outweighing all that troubles the still of my thoughts. And these news that leaves your heart weary, And your soul with open sores… Alike… And still pictures remains still. Shed tears but shared empathy. Shared fears but shed agony. Alike… Still pictures remain still. And I, still.
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Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 9:28 AM UTC
Found, sad.