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Lying in bed, complete darkness,
The clock's ticking, the only sound,
All are long asleep, all in peace,
My mind wonders, far beyond my reach.
It's just another night, another winter,
Not any colder than before, not less lonely,
Dreams are monochromatic, when they show,
Morning again, the same time, the same place.
The clock's ticking, the only sound,
All are long asleep, all in peace,
My mind wonders, far beyond my reach.
It's just another night, another winter,
Not any colder than before, not less lonely,
Dreams are monochromatic, when they show,
Morning again, the same time, the same place.
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we're never what we think.
at least twice a day, i find myself wishing i was less.
less of a worrier.
less of a lover.
less of a mess.
all of this would be so much better, if the disconnect between
what i want and what i have would close because then things
would be simple for the first time in years. and i could inhale
without wondering what kind of consequences it will have five
minutes from now. you can only imagine what really goes
through my mind in the time it'll take you to breathe in and
out. now hold it. like i've been holding this thought for months—
the girl i was is quickly vanishing.
i've been holding it like a secret on the tip of
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The Only One
Some people said my words are fake because they sound so beautiful,
That it is always a good prudence to feel that things feel too good to be true.
People are not supposed to care, to see beauty in the plainest of things.
It's just like beliefs are not supposed to be true and there's no such thing as true love too.
Still I continued to write out all the beautiful things I know,
Trust in love that feels too good to be true,
Care for people I should never have cared for,
And never once looked to you.
But now you are the only one I speak to,
The only one who's heard all my ugly stories of love,
The only one who have always seen through
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i. I think that everyone is wounded. In their own ways.
I think everyone is Hurt. Crying. Bleeding out. But we're all too stubborn to let it show and all this fighting is just because we're scared.
ii. I had a nightmare last night. I was in a room full of people but they didn't notice me. I grasped at their hands and tripped over their feet. I screamed at their backs and cried in front of their own blank eyes. Eventually I started clawing at my own throat because everything I said couldn't truly convey what I was feeling.
iii. You aren't really a monster. It was just a mask you wore for a little while.
iv. I want to be pure. I
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Nice imagery and beautiful writing style. Love it!