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Harming
Ive stopped harming myselfWith bottles and bottles every nightBut it was less painful than trying to sleep soberIve stopped harming myselfWith knives that I bring wherever I goBut all the new tattoos burn for longerIve stopped harming myselfBy bottomless loveBut I cry more, just alone.Have I really stopped harming myselfOr is trying to be strong…
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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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My sobriety
Everything feels so much more romanticWhen you have drunk tinted memoriesThe first words, dances, kissesMean nothing in my sobrietyI feel like I’ve lost memoriesBut maybe I just see them clearerIt’s nice to look through the fogThrough the raindropsPouring down the windowAdding excitement to an overclouded, gloomy day.Everything’s feels easierWhen your body moves itselfThe first words,dances,kissesAre…
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My room
And my room smells of alcohol againAnd my room smells of meAloneAnd I really like itThere’s something comfortable about learning how to walk myself homeI’m learning how to stumble lessThere’s something comforting about my responsibility only being myselfMy rooms a messBut in my defence there isn’t anywhere to hang anything and there aren’t any drawersMy…
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I forget…
Like a flower…You remind me of..The moon shines brighter when…When I’m with you I…I forgetForget what I was doingForget what I was working forForget why I was even working in the first placeI forget about a lot of thingsBut when I am without you…I don’t
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It’s a shame I couldn’t see its light on your face
Will we always seethe same skyat night?If we’re far awaycould it change?It mightBut I’m glad that we sawthe same moon tonightWasn’t it beautiful!Half round, so very brightWasn’t it lovelyTo be sharing the same sight
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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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My plans are already madeHow I wish I could just fadeInto bed with you at nightBut sleeping next to you is too hardHard for me to want to sleepWhen you’re right next to meBecause there aren’t enough minutes in a dayTo look at youTo listenTo holdBut waking up to you is too promisingPromises of a…
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