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peaceof2002 · 6 minutes ago
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trapped
written on april 26
just when you think it’s about to end, it starts all over again
it rises and falls as things are supposed to
we started off with so much potential. what are we now?
this is the longest thing i’ve had in a while and i don’t want to give it up
letters you have but will never read
you sang to me i sang to you
maybe i am in love with nostalgia because that is the best version of you
you bring out the worst and the best all at once
i bring out the worst and the best all at once
i used to over analyze your response to me but now i realize we are just in a cycle
you leave, i leave, it is all the same
but no matter how many times we leave, we stay
we always come back
there is no us, yet you pull me close in the middle of the night and don’t let go
full moons belong to you
i light my incense, i cleanse my crystals, i bring out my decks just for you
you are never gone for long. i am never gone for long
when will we forgive each other
at your best, you are love
your song ‘don’t depend’ is our theme. maybe that’s why you sent it to me on that february afternoon
every night spent with you is a gift but you always ruin it
why do we make things so complicated for us
it is all a game
i’ve decided to play
we are still stuck in this room of mirrors
whenever i tell you i’m letting you go, you won’t let me
sometimes i wonder where we’re going. it used to be so clear
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thebrokenquotes · 19 minutes ago
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Maybe I could have loved you better. Maybe you should have loved me more. Maybe our hearts were just next in line. Maybe everything breaks sometime.
Unknown
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thoughtkick · 19 minutes ago
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I woke up in a great mood this morning and I’m not going to let anyone or anything ruin that.
awkwardly-human
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thoughtkick · 57 minutes ago
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And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.
Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia
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one upon another, you lay these hands within reticent enchantments; fearlessly taken with the tongue of your heart, as I tremble, dreamless, by the ether envisioned to displace Him with last morgue's glowing fume, you caress each and every gleam whilst I pray for battered wisdom and fight to sting these barren wounds watered fragments pulling at my body, every part of me needing the parts of you that fill me as nakedly, I come to press my mouth against the very breath that He had granted me- broken and accursed to claim the haunts that press against my faceless womb as I yearn for you, beyond words, ascending past moon's essence and the disquieted words that clothe me in river's fingers.
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jamie-lynneee · an hour ago
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Theres a lot of love in me
So much its hard to breath
I use it irresponsibly
Waste it on then
Never on me
See the good in people
But not in me
See the beauty in people
But blind to me
One day this love
Will pour into me
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kenziedigital · an hour ago
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Step out of the mind and see what you have done
Step out of the mind and see who you are
This place you have been living in is not your home
It has wreaked havoc on your ability to live a life you've hardly ever known
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ze-thoughts-are-stupid · an hour ago
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I descend hell
The cries of the damned greet me
The warmth enters my bones
I feel home.
You say my crime is pride.
Pride in all the things you deem
Unlovable.
Worthless.
Wrong.
I disagree
I’ve welcomed my sins
While you disregard
the scars on my soul scaring you.
I’ve loved all the parts of me
You only gave scorn.
You’ve poisoned my life on earth
I will not let your disrespect
Permeate into my sweet
Sweet relief into hell.
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