pain
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Fantasy kissing the cheek of reality was the birth of my mania. The innate beauty of life is addicting to me, and I underestimate the pain that comes with it. I forget the company Pain keeps— how Loneliness is a friend of a friend, and just as deadly. Those two make the world feel foreign.
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I’m used to this feeling. Moving on doesn’t hurt so much anymore. My feet stopped dragging last month. My lungs no longer feel on the verge of collapse. I think you conditioned a certain kind of break— somewhere between my kisses and hers. The realization hit quietly: wanting something—someone—too badly can take the fun out
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My biggest fear is loneliness. Family, faith, lovers— have all left at a time. I even tried to leave myself. I’m worse than any ghost, haunting old places in my mind, forming a home in the crypt that occupies my heart. Nostalgia is a disease that hinders me. But my memories are where my angels
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I am attracted to your mind. How you recognize the value in persistence and the air of benignity that surrounds you. Your perception exudes beauty. When you laugh, it carries to my ears and your eyes turn brilliant. You are music to me. I believe in the rhythm of your virility. You gave birth to
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Every year, I write a blog post to recap my life. I’ve been so busy and feel creatively stunted. My writer’s block occurs when my emotions are in control. I felt like I was a better writer when my emotions were running havoc on my life. Now, I’m not so impulsive and my emotions do
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It’s hard to define a boy like you. So lovely and hard to resist. Enchanted by your smile and how soft you kissed. Like a secret two kids would whisper at night you said my name. When you held my hand, I forgot the world with a boy like you. You said beautiful words that washed
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The sound of the ivories being played lifts attention to my beating heart. The melody so sweet and without charm pierces my senses. I sing out into an open space, finding myself in a clearing where my wilted flowers lie. A once beautiful meadow built for color and life. I blame the sun, the moon,
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It is not fair, the flaws Light only seems to acknowledge. A darkness that unearths words that should not be said, shakes a footing that was barely stable. We listen for the impact like news of a coming storm. We listen for the rain and wonder when the clouds will part. Beyond the things we
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How do you start a letter to an old friend? To an old lover that loves turned bitter? Once feigning indifference, Month’s later prone to my own hearts negligence. I’m on rooftops with inebriated thoughts; Those choices we made cost a love lost. How long did you wait before your loneliness got the better of
Wishful Thinking 