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Giving up
While making positive changeIt still feels like giving upGiving up parts of me I’ve been known forIve lost the drunken confidenceIve lost the late night callsIve lost the spontaneity of writingand of writing on the wallsI no longer feel easyI feel everything a choreWaking up is easierBut just such a boreIve given up on holidaysI…
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Don’t write
I tell myself not to writeBecause I five too deepBut then, I fallInto a world to easy to keepOf tinder dates that fall in love or to never been seen againOf short 6 second videos that teach me nothing or bring up painI tell myself not the start writing because I’ll be depressed again.But how…
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trigger
I sometimes loose control of my body My hands smack into my head repeatedly My eyes water with no end My heart rushes and bangs through my chest This can be caused when I have strong feelings that my brain can’t process. I wanted to sleep for hours and I couldn’t I wanted to feel…
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Healing
My nails are growing again Im not happy yet But Ive lost the habit of tearing myself apart because of it My body is healing It wont be the same But Ive started to love the history it has and holds Im growing, slowly, up towards the sun Lets hope a drought is not going…
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Eating
Why have I still not eaten breakfast at a time where some people would be having lunch? Why do I eat all day when Im stressed or away? Why do I love eating but also love hunger? Taylor
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Spark
I don’t want love I just want to feel and see sparks Like a faulty cable Sparks flying between out lips and teeth And intertwined tongues I know I’ll end up getting electrocuted or burnt But for now I will enjoy the fireworks And the bonfire will come later I want to have my heart…
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love/pain
I wasn’t made for loving Just for a bit of fun I wont ask for your support because that would just be dumb Because I’m not worth the pain to love My love isn’t worth the pain you’ll be put through Lets just leave it at friends Because you can’t deal with my brain Its…
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Pain
The scars on my wrists remind me of this intense feeling of pain. Not the blood rushing out nor the blade of my skin. But the darkness, the pain, the pain within. Taylor As someone who still carries scars from their past, they are a reminder of where I was, compared to where I am…
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