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Scared of myself
I’m scared of or for myself Because I know confinement drowns me And I can feel my lungs slowly filling And I always rely on someones hand to pull me up But we are in lockdown The only hands are those of my family And I have brought them under with me too many times…
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memories
There are too many memories I cannot remember And I don’t understand how I can ever understand myself If even I don’t know my own life I’m supposed to put together this jigsaw But I’m missing all of these pieces How do you expect me to know my own mind? I know where the gaps…
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Isolation
Isolation Drifting reality Space between us Connections unfold Now too long to hear your words But our hearts are tied We can’t hold hands but we stand side by side With meters and miles between us Holding on Hoping for a reunion to come along Distanced but awake Scared but living each day I have…
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Space
The space when Im alone is so empty It suffocates me Don’t leave, visit me This time in lockdown is gonna crush me Im just asking for you to make sure all the bits and pieces at least stay in a pile
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love everyone
I changed my mind Its not that I dont love I just love so many people I didn’t realise thats what it was I cant imagine days without people who think they are only in the background of my life Every-single person I see in any day are meant to be there And there is…
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Not to love
What is it like not to love Or at least not yet? I would tell you but there isnt much to it Loss and grief are easy Comitment is hard I still feel warm around the right people But if I lost them I would only have to adjust my routine Taylor
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My story
Once upon a time there was a girl Who suddenly felt sad And glad That she just took those 12 paracetamol, 3 sleeping pills and 2 tranquillisers At the age of 12 She loved the blood that covered her bruised knuckles And the way her body was now filled with scars and open slits She…
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cuando
Cuando tengo el mundo entre mis manos Lo aplastaré Como plastilina contra el suelo así para borrar todos los sueños Y las pesadillas que machacan a los débiles Y les ponen en el suelo a sus rodillas buscando razones por las que vivir durante estos horrores Taylor
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Expect
Expect madness And unreliability Mood swings and head swings Expect to know but not know a lot about me Dont expect anything Expect the unexpected Because with me you will never see whats coming So don’t try to Taylor
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Stay
I need sanity Stay I need touch Stay Im not asking for love or promises Just stay But only for a little while Taylor
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