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pieces of you
I want to walk outsidein the meadowwhere pastel-coloured butterfliesdance in the airto feel the drops of golden sunshineand gentle breeze touch my cheek I want to stay insidestormclouds gather, the rumble of thunderraindrops pierce the groundripples in puddlespetrichor rises and entices I want to sit at the silllisten to the rain tap my windowbegging me…
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Depression & His Magic Tricks
Happy souls, Vibrant of colourare being watchedthe watcherox-eyed,a thief;waiting.waiting to take the ‘happy’ awayand leave them just souls;empty souls,waiting.sitting so satisfiedand sadistically snickeringuntil he strikesrelishingin our flight from his sightbut we, in futilityimpossibleto escape his snarewhimsically waves his magic wand of gloomand our colours are gone in a snapreduced to a boring worldwhere everything tastes…
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cry.
these thoughts are keeping me up tonight 2 am wondering if anything is worth the fight days are so bleak, nothing ever bright still, I keep making empty promises that I’ll be alright then they never ever see the light i said i don’t want to be hurt anymore and every step that i take…
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wash over me
didn’t have the courage to say it but if you knew how much it killed me inside every single day. shaking hands, cold sweat tell myself, “don’t fret what could possibly go wrong?” you’re more dangerous than the Mauna Loa maybe if i knew what was in your heart i wouldn’t have to go lower…
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First Choice
look at me. please look me in the eye and tell me i’m not the one you wanted tell me i’m not your first choice that I’m one of the many on the menu when i was the arcade ring at the carnival that you cheated to win and your face lit up with your…
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erick
Buddy Sometimes I wonder If you ever remember me Because your face is blurry in my mind’s eye Ten years seems so long ago… When we played pretend We made the best goddamn mud pies and stick and stone dirt soup (Gordon Ramsay who?) Or when we thought we were better fighters than the soldiers…
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nothing on Christmas
void handshakes masked faces faint memories of joyful gatherings put all that in a box wrap it up slap a pretty bow on it and that the present we all get the present we all don’t deserve. and that makes me feel nothing on Christmas hell, i miss the holiday shopping traffic and all in…
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Time Bomb
2.30 amDamian was wide awake, but it was only 2.30 am. He tossed, turned and rolled from one side of his king – sized bed to another. The air was cold and damp, and as he looked out of his frost – covered window, there was a thick fog covering the moonshine. He could remember…
Emotion 