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[hum8la]

Love Hurts.

But we are not referring to songs about

hearts being broken by a boy who

fell in love with someone other than you.

When we say that love hurts,

we refers to have witnessed the

most beautiful creation in the world

become mentally betrayed and crushed so fully,

that the threat

that came from the outside,

instead, was being planted on the inside and

grew itself so large

that the melancholy took over everything.

When we say that love hurts,

it refers to love and to be loved

of a decaying corpse, whose soul (when alive)

was so

broken that death was not even an option - it

was inevitable.

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[hum8la]

One day this body will be clean again,

One day all of these stains will be gone,

But the memories will always be there as decaying fragments in my brain tissue,

It will always be a reminder of who I was and who I could’ve become,

I could’ve been anything else than who I am today.

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Wakes up to a sore chest

and a heart heavier than yesterday.

Melancholy moved in behind my

ribs and lures the brain cells to live.

My consciousness is not always here with you.

Because I am elsewhere,

everywhere and nowhere.

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I used to be afraid of

the extremely permanent death.

I used to be frightened by the

thought of never being able to

feel the air entering my lungs again.

I used to wonder what death would

smell like but now I’m sure

it has the same smell as you smoking

cigarettes on our backyard and

it tastes the same as your bittersweet

lips and feels just like a rainy summer

afternoon in the meadow.

I used to think I would be scared of the

walk up the stairs to heaven,

but with you holding my hand it’s

something that I longs.

I want to feel my body shutting down with

every part of my body aching for you.

I want to drown my sorrow in the tears of

the people that will grieve me,

I want them to bury me like I had to

bury my dearest not so long ago.

I want them to know what death smells like,

I want them to know that I love you.

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[hum8la]

All that is left now is an echo

of who you used to be.

An echo which grows more

and more distant for each day

that has passed since you left.

All I have is things, with nothing

but a memory attached to them.

And all I have is photographs

of your body, an exterior, which (even though it was a beautiful exterior indeed) cannot compare to how utterly brilliant that souls of yours used to be.

What I mean is, I miss you, and

there’s no memory of you nor

a thing on this earth that makes

me miss you less.

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[hum8la]

I’m smoking the tears

Of the lung cancer

That took my dearest

Away, away from me

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[hum8la]

If only I’d held on tighter

to his pale white skin,

that twisted and withered

away from me.

Watch me lose him,

it’s almost like losing myself.

Give him my soul,

and let them take somebody else.

Watch me fault him,

“you’re living like a disaster.”

He said: “kill me faster”

with his strawberry breath

all over, all over, me.

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[hum8la]

A drawing of a pistol

I remember how you sat,

What you said,

Which lighting that was lit.

But my eyes were a contrast to the lights,

Like black holes in a constellation.

I wanted to leave so you drew a pistol,

As if it could save me from what tore me apart.

And then I realised that I love you.

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[hum8la]

Emptiness...

Set me on fire. I need to burn.

- 2 October 2018 03:28am

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[hum8la]

Black rivers

Boots are wandering along the street,

Tears are poring along someone’s cheeks,

The music of the city erases the sound of sorrow,

The music of the city mutes the birds song,

Smiles are being blended by the traffic lights neon colours,

I’m hiding behind a lot of eyeliner.

-

The headphones that once had been my comfort,

Has now been pulled out of my ears,

I’m forced to listen and drown with the humanity,

Black rivers along my cheeks,

I’m drowning in neon colours.

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Sorrow in the little one

While everyone’s feeling sorrow in each others eyes in silence,

While the prince is screaming filthy things in the grandma’s ear,

Gallant, someone puts a glass to the mouth,

Of a girl without hands,

And while all this is happening,

The little one will suffer in sorrow.

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[hum8la]

Finch: We have nothing to fear but fear itself

Finch: Also pain

Finch: And maybe humiliation, and obviously death. And failure. And the unknown

Finch: But apart from fear, pain, humiliation, failure, the unknown, and death we have nothing to fear but fear itself. Who's with me?

[hum8la]

Little birdy

Cry little birdy, your tears are the purified water they all drink.

Breath little birdy, you’re the fire they all steak.

Smile little birdy, we’re all waiting for the sun.

Won’t you sleep little birdy, we are done having our fun.

Die little birdy, we can’t wait for you to go.

‘Cause, oh little birdy, we’ve been waiting for a show.

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[hum8la]

So, I guess that this is my personal tumblr. A place where I can write about things besides astrology. More personal, more pictures, more me.

Welcome to my personal universe people!