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My Outfit
There are so many things that remind others of me. Each person related to different objects , and lightings, and places. Like characters stuck in my head. Im scared of change But only when others do it. I love picking up a new hobby, favourite artist or something to smoke. I hate change, when people…
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The roses
The roses I never sent herWill now have died.Or maybe they were never cutAnd they’re flowering into a bush.Maybe they were all readyAnd just sent to someone else.The roses I sent a strangerWe’re they even ever mine?But they feel like an artefactThat were only to me What I envisioned them to beThe strangers celebrating loveBut…
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Taking it back already
I can never focusIm always speaking inside my headWhile doingSomething?The topics never relateIt’s always confusingBut when I’m trying to write…Silence, every word now feels forcedWhere did all those ideas go?I thought of so many opening lines and themes of things I wanted to sayBut in this space, so open and readyI feel shyMy head hurts,…
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Waiting for change
Distant memories feelSo much closer when the timeStops.In a car, bus or trainIt always feels like a BreakFrom lifeEverything else takes so much effortBut right now…I just existTo myself and othersBut there is no need to acknowledge itI know they see me,Because I seeThem.From the opposite seat, through the window reflection,or from the outsideWhere everything…
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Different worlds
Listening to rock whileCrocheting coastersI dont really know what I’m going for hereBut i dont think it’s workingIt’s just more ConfusingAlongside everythingElse
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Lines I didn’t write, from a love I was in
I miss the weight of youWhilst you lay your head upon my shoulderI see you for the first timeI see it when I close my eyesBecause next to me you layI’ll bring you feathersI like it when you enjoy what I do(I lied it was kind of about you)I don’t like to shower alone anymoreTo…
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I cant do anything
Im always motivatedI call myself hardworkingBut I cant do anythingAnd Im not really learningI always want to feel somethingI always want to feel goodBut its too hard soberTo be in the moodI cant do anythingApart from feel good
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THIGHS
Friction creates warmth and vibrationsMy feet trail the wooden headboard And I find myself captivatedBy my thoughtsBy my lonelinessBy my headAnd other organsCaptivated by the thought of someoneelses eyesThe friction is keeping me upAnd warming myThighs
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Poetry by Taylor 