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God this feeling in my chest
fluctuating, hot then cold but always heavy
Instead of beating all I feel is ache
I grab my hair and I pull
I scream loud and silent
When will this end
Why can't this end
I tell myself I don't even care anymore but it's lies
All I do is care
All I've ever done is care
And I'm exhausted
My eyes weighed down with each and every thought of it and I'm angry
Angry at it all
The things I can't control only ever grow
I dont know how to loosen my grip but im losing it all the same and I'm falling
Falling endlessly into nothing, into everything
And I don't know where I'll land, IF I'll land
And who will I be when I do
What will I have become
Just another broken bottle on the side of the street
Haunted and haunting
And doomed to be pieces that everyone passes by
I wonder if there's any hell worse than this
But I know there is
I just can't think about it
Can't think of anything but my bed
I'm running away again
But I don't know what else to do but to run and to bleed myself out on this page
Just this once can't someone rescue me
Just this once can it be anyone other than me
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“sometimes the lesson only repeats itself because you keep choosing comfort over growth, sometimes the cycle finally breaks when you meet yourself where you deserve to be met.”
— iambrillyant
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Won-pyung Sohn, Almond
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I keep thinking of endings and of change and the way the places we leave behind are both so very, very full and yet so achingly empty in the end.
-Z (8/22)
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Happy New Year!
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2023 is coming!!!
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Who was Daedalus to tell his son that there was ever such a thing as too high
Who were we to say that the price of the fall was too much to pay for the flight
Afterall some things are worth burning for
- Z (12/22)
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Time flies, whether you're wasting it or not.
- Crystal Woods
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Sometimes the distance between us feels as if i could reach out and touch you
But then my fingers grasp only fragments of a memory
Do you think we'll ever meet again?
Will it be in this life or another?
Is this what it means to be haunted
This empty space next to me which was once filled with your laughter and shared dreams
-Z (12/22)
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“I hope that someday when I am gone, someone somewhere, picks my soul up off these pages and thinks, “ I would have loved her””
— Nicole Lyons 
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Closure is a trick of the light
Sometimes I think I've found it, it's there in my grasp
And then the sun shifts and it vanishes without a trace
-Z (12/22)
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“A Ghost Is a Memory.” On Bodies, Belief, and the Places Ghost Stories Live
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It all comes light and gentle one day
The time that passed
The memories that fade
And the words that you say
It comes in like a winter wind
Cold and crisp and firm
The way this world will always turn
Nations rise and fall to words
Spoken or unspoke
which will get you first
Death by hunger or death by thirst
Some days it comes like the spring rains
Sudden and quick and all at once
There's something in it that you really must trust
The process the power the pain
It happens every single time but none of them the same
Yes it all come light and gentle and crisp and firm and quick and all at once
That's the way of time you see
And with it comes a simple truth
Everything ends
-Z
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there is too much beautiful in you for you to not let beautiful be who and what you are
- butterflies rising
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Hope is something spoken into the morning,
little more than a breathe disapating into the open air.
A prayer to the universe
to be kind
be kind
be kind
Oh please let this world fill with this thing of feathered wings singing in my veins
- Z (9/2022)
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This too is a kind of beauty
The subtle overlooked kind
The fleeting, fading kind
Like flowers in the September sun
No longer the novelty of spring
They have been pushed into the mundane
Taken for granted except on those rare days or by those rare souls
- Z (9/2022)
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—Lilllium, from In Place Of The Mirror is a Portait of You
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I think of all the hearts
That are full of names
That never speak
And I can’t help but
Hope that mine
Rings loudest in yours
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