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justmeasanoptimist · 6 months
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writingmadly · 10 months
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the story of the girl who doesn't recognize herself in the mirror is a story with which i am all too familiar. it's a story i've read many times, and lived more than once. i know the girl who won’t let anyone too close. who, right before she gets everything she wants, throws it all away. simply out of fear.
i am her.
- the story of the girl <excerpt> (writingmadly)
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plaguem0th · 2 years
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Puppy love
I loved you like the stars love the moon.
But you never quite loved me back.
Im your lost puppy yearning for love.
Kick me and punch me,
steal the soul from my eyes.
As long as you replace it with your false love,
and lies.
Somehow I found home in your cruel words,
and steel fists.
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spacecatz-mumbles · 2 years
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we're all human after all
the sins platter from heavenly decorated party in hell
stuffed with infinite sugar coated burst of fire and sticky lies
the most bitter confectioneries with galling relish a mortal could offer
—B, Jun 2022
The Tangled Twist
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masterpromotional · 1 month
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शायरी
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vari-medical-academy · 7 months
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Trust is in the journey of a sealed envelope and the stories it carries. 💌 Happy World Post Day! 🌍📮
#happyworldpostday #journey #posts #writtenwords #envelopes #sealedcovers #trust #varimedicalacademy
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I have never seen myself as a good person. Not even as a person. My inability to feel at home anywhere has extended to a small imaginative world in my head that I would have never thought would ever implode into a million pieces. Now, I have to face them. The demons that has walked a path with me since I was a young innocent, not ready for this world, being. All because I had to give up the one thing that helped me unravel the potential of my being and what I, as one little organism, deserves to be on this planet. The being I had to give up is shaped into so much of her past that I do not think she was capable of being here with me in the present. 6 years. 72 months. 2190 Days I had the honorable privilege to live beside her. She helped me grow and in the end giving her up is the reason I am on this journey today. We would have devoured each other alive, chipping away at our very cores until there is nothing left but self-destruction, hurt, broken two people who is missing the point of the levels of life and eating each other on a silver platter to the extent that neither of us can say our own name and believe that that is who we are. What went wrong you ask? A lot of fingers can be pointed towards each other, a lot of stories can be told by either one of us that folds us both into a broken piece of artwork. I wish I knew truly why we crossed paths and why the aching in my bones and the longing in my being for her will forever linger in the history of my mind.
-thespianwriter
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wordsandmorethan · 10 months
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for-flowers-sake · 6 months
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alliesawrites · 2 years
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Bewitched #alliesawrites #alliesawrites2022 #writtenwords #igpoets #poetsph #wordforword #poetry #prose #poetsofinstagram #poetsoninstagram #writersofig #poetrycommunity #poet #writersofinstagram https://www.instagram.com/p/CgPFqR9JbNm/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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poems-by-su · 2 years
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justmeasanoptimist · 6 months
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[ Text ID: "There's your house. There's your home. There's the stain on the floor. It's been years, but the blood's still fresh, and you're the only one who can see it. You're the only one with a hammer." ]
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writingmadly · 10 months
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someday i’ll leave this small town dust behind
not a single resident will know my name
much less the sound of my voice
but the cracked concrete will remember my rage
every shard of broken glass
and shattered dish
that lies on the surface will be sure of it
- small town tattoo <excerpt> (writingmadly)
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spacecatz-mumbles · 2 years
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Pain made me this way. I expect less. I question nothing. Or simply because i'm no longer passionate about life.
Nothing is really surprised me at this point, it only became disappointment to me. I knew something is coming—fast like a trainwreck. Hitting me hard to realization that this is life. It hurts, more like a pain, just a bit, just to make me to stay woke.
Then it start to loop over and over again: Pain made me this way.
—B, May 2022
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sa-sa-blogger · 2 years
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Nếu bạn thấy một người luôn thích đặt chế độ bạn bè hay riêng tư, một ngày nào đó đột nhiên để chế độ công khai; điều đó có nghĩa trong lòng họ đang thương một người...
Nhưng, đã không thể gặp gỡ trò chuyện được nữa...
📷 & Retouch: Sa
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