poetry
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I’m looking into the fog and I know one side is just a glass mirror yet I can’t figure out which is real and which is fake The sound of laughter fades in and out around me yet I can’t take a step forward I’m faced with my own indecision Hollowed out from fear of
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I hear the words you are saying and finally I feel nothing I tried to feel something but something inside me said a resounding NO. NO. No you don’t get the pieces of me I once so freely gave No you don’t get to use my body and heart to fill your cup No you
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I’m so tired of loving someone who made it clear they don’t care whether or not I’m apart of their life I’m so tired of thinking of this person. Of seeing their name or photo and my eyes filling with tears Anxiety and stress and heartbreak seeping into my soul and aching through my body
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I’m trying to break this habit of missing you. Realizing that the person I thought you were was just a dream my memory created to keep me holding on. Maybe you never said the things I clearly remember you saying. Maybe I made it all up just to have the story in my head that
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I gave you the love I should have given myself I trusted you once more hoping you had really changed and now I lay here cursing your name. I ran to the forest to clear my mind and it was so funny the peace I would find the light rain that would shadow the days
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Anxiety and stress have been surrounding me and it feels as though I can’t find the reasons I had for doing the same things I was doing before I’m tired I’m overwhelmed suffocated by my own emotions and I’m afraid of what that means does it mean I am stuck in this moment forever? am
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The universe plays a cruel, cruel game. It brings you back to paths you thought you had walked away from Turns you in a circle when you were so carefully marking your way forward Have I passed this tree before? I don’t think so And yet suddenly there you stand before me The same and
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It’s so hard to let go of all of the years I wanted to be with you. And yet as I pull back each layer I see the truth for what it really is. You never wanted me. I was just here. Always here. And now I never will be again. Goodbye my unfaithful friend.
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What would your life be like without music? Quiet. Until the madness began to set in and the voices began to take over the silence leaving me with nothing but a shell of myself.
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