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The rain sprinkles on my head as the clouds turn a deeper shade of grey
Most would hate this weather
But for me it takes me back to that time
Walking to town with you in the rain
You Guiding me the wrong way across the street
My hand in yours and your curls falling in your eyes
And me falling more in love with you every rain drop
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I went too far into forbidden territory
The land of made up perfect dreams
And fantasies about what we could be
Knowing no one comes out alive from that place
But I still went anyway. Thinking Omg maybe this trip would be different
Now I feel myself slipping away and giving in to the dreams
Letting them slowly tear me apart ask stars at the other side
Knowing that’s where I should have stayed
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“We’ll it’s not like you have a choice,” I said
“You always have a choice babe,” he said
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My life is chipped like an old porcelain sink.
Years of neglect made me blind to the damage being doing.
But I tried clean the stains and pieces came crumbling down to clog the drain.
Those pieces finally making me see everything I had been unintentionally avoiding.
And now I see how ruined the sink is, but I rent so there’s nothing I can do about it.
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It’s so comical how humans always try to hide our humanity.
Imperfect beings projecting false perfection.
We’re silly little animals who make rules for ourselves. And we’re miserable for it.
When all you can be is human, you’ll never be happy trying to so hard to be something you’re not.
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“Eventually soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place.”
— Unknown
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Been thinking about this a lot lately…three years later I needed a reminder for myself.
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Falling in love feels like painting a mural.
You’re afraid to make a mark on the canvas because it feels so permanent.
Scared you’re making the wrong choice, but the only way to know is to see it through.
And then you take a step back and critic your work.
But I guess if things don’t work out, you can paint over and try again until you’re happy.
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My heart woke me up too early.
Pounding so hard it pulled me from my nightmares.
I look like hell.
Last night’s glitter still on my face.
And last night’s tears still welling up in my eyes.
And the sinking sadness of reliving again the pain of realizing too late that I’m just a time burner until they find someone to marry.
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I’m walking with a ghost.
Walking down the streets we spent so much time on.
Every step I take is a different memory of you.
The joy I used to feel in these places hasn’t been felt in years and to be back feels like I’m walking under water.
The ghost of you haunts me as I try to enjoy my day, but I turn the corner and think I see you.
Dread seeps up from my toes all the way to my head.
Drowning in your memory.
I squint my eyes in disgust and turn down a road you haven’t ruined.
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You are the Hunter and I am the hunted.
I walked into your trap and willingly let you capture me.
For you it was a game.
I didn’t think you were as dangerous as you were.
But now I’m trapped by you and I don’t know how I will escape.
I’m stuck in your cage while you’ve gone South for the winter.
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There’s so many kinds of tired.
Sprinting to a finish line when you have no gas left.
Heavy eyes after a long night out.
And the full body exhaustion of a big heaving cry.
The kind that shakes your shoulders and leaves you with a headache.
The tired that washes over you is made from the waves of your years that you shed.
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Isn’t funny how smells trigger such strong memories?
How four years later a car freshener makes me feel like I’m in the passenger seat of my ex’s car.
It’s 2018 and we’re planning our wedding.
Then the scent runs out and I’m back in my driver’s seat with my rindless hand on the wheel.
Thinking about the ghost of what was and what never came to be.
But just like the empty air freshener that relationship dried up and it was time to move on.
Now I buy myself flowers when I want to smell something pretty.
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I’ve been having a rough couple of days and today I binge ate chocolates from my mom 🙃 then took a nap and watched a movie. So I’m really proud I dragged myself to the gym and I actually had a really good workout! The endorphins are so worth it. And I’m proud of myself for going.
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