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the-art-of-thinking · 10 days
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And the devil laughed while jumping on my bed. "You will stay with me till your sad, short end."
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the-art-of-thinking · 24 days
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And in a room, with no windows and no doors.
I'm drowning in my own self sabotage.
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the-art-of-thinking · 1 month
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And I hope you can still forgive us, for sending you away.
Alone and far in the distance.
I hope you didn't die in vain.
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the-art-of-thinking · 2 months
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And even though, I couldn't see, I knew you were smiling for me.
That golden touch that sun left on your skin, made me want to touch it again.
But when I did, it wasn't warm, so I reached in to steal your heart.
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the-art-of-thinking · 2 months
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And the birds still sang after a sleepless night, hoping to wake those who slept all right.
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the-art-of-thinking · 2 months
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And the things we left for the future to find, prints of hands that weren't as blind.
They molded the world and the things we touch, but maybe that was good enough.
Maybe they were just like us.
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the-art-of-thinking · 5 months
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And I would open your heart like a notebook. Where I would write down things and why I still loved you.
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the-art-of-thinking · 5 months
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And every other year, I forget my age.
There is no more birthdays and nobody to celebrate.
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the-art-of-thinking · 5 months
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Still miss you Alma❤️
Your journey has come to an end.
You were so brave and my bestest friend.
Now you can have your final rest.
I will remember you till the very end.
I'll never forget you, my dear old friend.
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the-art-of-thinking · 5 months
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And the spider kept spinning her web, and in her cocoon I could take my rest.
And how warmly I am wrapped and don't need to fret.
But alas, now I am also very very dead.
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the-art-of-thinking · 6 months
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And the voices asked, what god do you pray for?
When the night gets you nowhere and the days move too fast.
It is me that you will turn to.
Only me that will hold your hand.
Be it in death that I will meet you or when you have nowhere else to stand.
And I am the one that is holy, and the one friend that you'll always have.
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the-art-of-thinking · 6 months
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And I knew for years long gone by,
that I never could have said goodbye.
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the-art-of-thinking · 7 months
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And to make art, it only cost me my sanity.
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the-art-of-thinking · 7 months
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Let the drowned women go, to the place they do belong.
To the place below the sea, where the waves will welcome thee.
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the-art-of-thinking · 7 months
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I am everything I could have hoped and nothing they would have wished me to be.
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the-art-of-thinking · 8 months
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Let me live among the mountains, where trees are sparse and rivers low.
Where dreams are heavy as the falling snow.
And no one dares to call it home.
No one dares to call it home.
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the-art-of-thinking · 8 months
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There is a demon in my head, whispering nothing or screaming instead.
Not knowing why it's there to begin, but it's been ruining my days since it came to being.
What did I do to anger it so?
Let me rest, let me rest, just please, let me go.
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