#15

“You don’t understand that having this tranquility is what makes me function properly. I’m not getting too comfortable in my comfort zone because swear to god I never feel comfortable. Even though everything happened so smoothly, very peachy, I could still hear noisy noise in the back of my head, and you know that. I am loud without being loud. So I block them, slow down my pace. You are so…

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#16

Nothing really keeps you safe, they said.But I can’t afford to be hurt anymore.So I forecast your doubts,Watch your questioning stares.There’s nothing left.I’m sorry that I never had my peace,so you always see the war. Illustration: Pinterest.com

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#17

I invent a subtle version of you in my head, I want to be peacefully drowned by our projected memories “Do you really know me?” Illustration by Tishk Barzanji

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#19

Picture: Michael Schmidt I tried to speak your language Nodding my head when you were on rage Looking at the left when you made mistakes And I realized there was no room for me to escapes

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#20

It was sad, to say the least. The guilt I’ve known before, was resurfacing like an unresolved case, but the voices in the back of my head knew, behind the rhetorical questions and crooked facts and lies, I felt relief.

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tell me, ghost.

Laurence Stephen Lowry. The Haunt. Everything collapses in front of my eyes before anything has begun. Some friends pity me, they say “I’m no fun” even though I made the most of our old jokes. I feel sorry that they notice how heavy my breath is, how steep my steps are. And I am tired of being articulate about how I feel and end up feeling embarrassed about it.I grow up afraid of so many things,…

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https://open.spotify.com/track/7InHgiDyJ0GtvnIVslWNPK?si=uZplQBK6T9SJiRUEnPQjbw https://open.spotify.com/track/7InHgiDyJ0GtvnIVslWNPK?si=LPsJv3x6SDenBLWKdYNAJgIt’s okay, the thing is we never visualize the same thing. I’m too drawn on sadness and you just want to look cool. you’re tired of seeking anything deeper and I know my words are just too heavy sometimes. You are so great but I don’t…

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walk with me I watch and stumble, picking up things, they’re tangled I hum to build my patience ‘did I pull the wrong string?’

am I? I'm so easily hurt that it haunts me. day and night, I couldn't clearly see. 'why am I feeling this way?

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