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derangedarchangel · 2 hours
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So much
I feel so much
Too much
It's all too much
Anger, resentment, hate, sentiment
Where can I put it all down
Who can I give it all to?
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Niara
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derangedarchangel · 1 month
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Suicidal
happiness is a tricky thing
but then so is love
we could be happy doing simple things
reading,shopping,dancing
we could be happy doing big things
winning , travelling , breathing
breathing?
why did i say breathing
its a big thing
its a hard thing
to breathe
and to keep breathing
every heartbeat is a choice
not something natural
but a choice
when did it start
why is my life taking a toll
with every passing comment
a glance from someone
means an hour of thoughts
that ends in
"what if i died today?
will they cry for me"
I think about ending
just to feel something
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derangedarchangel · 4 months
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lost
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derangedarchangel · 5 months
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That “leave me like everybody else did” line doesn't work on me, buh bye
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derangedarchangel · 5 months
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Sky looked pretty.
Moon was with her.
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derangedarchangel · 5 months
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It was never them or any of the others.
It was always me.
I was supposed to be there
For me.
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Niara
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derangedarchangel · 5 months
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I was not meant for people.
Only for trees ,leaves and sometimes the ocean.
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Niara
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derangedarchangel · 5 months
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Once
Just once
I want my presence to be sought out.
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derangedarchangel · 5 months
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It's all coming together
To the way it should be
The way I always have been
Alone.
Surprisingly it doesn't hurt as much as it used to.
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derangedarchangel · 5 months
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So how does it feel?
To know
To understand
That the reason you are hurting
The reason you've been hurting
Is you.
-niara
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derangedarchangel · 6 months
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dear crush,
stop crushing me.
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derangedarchangel · 7 months
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Link up my hair
cross legged in the carpet
smile while its raining
all through the night.
Its been like this for us
all through our ways
lies in our mirrors
walk to the beat of our hearts.
All of it echoes
on the walls of delusions
why humans stay
in an art of pretend.
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derangedarchangel · 8 months
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grey
The phase of life when everything turns grey.
The world that was once black and white getting blurry day by day.
The lens through which you saw the blackness in the hearts and souls slowly turned out to be a mirror.
The strangles of your hair getting tighter as you hoped for a mercy that you never felt for the others.
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derangedarchangel · 8 months
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It's said that every experience is meaningful. That it moulds you. Into who you are. But i cannot for the life of me feel the good in that existed in our pain. The way we moulded you and me , was it necessary? Are all experiences meaningful? Couldn't we live and be better if some never happened at all?
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derangedarchangel · 8 months
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Be a strong christian.
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derangedarchangel · 8 months
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derangedarchangel · 8 months
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“The problem was she wanted love so badly, she couldn’t tell it wasn’t love.”
— Leo Christopher
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