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rapturepoetry · 11 days
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the strength to forgive is not something i was born with i am a lowborn, spitting at the sun
what i went through, no child should have suffered through i was raised in shadow and shame
forgive them, they say, you're in agony you're drinking poison and expecting them to die
i'm aware that i'm dying with fire in my veins, i will never forgive, never forget
the strength to forgive is not something i will learn, this poison has consumed me
i am not the child who i was, who i lost, who i grieve i am a snake, ready to strike
i will not be wronged again, i am taking you down with me
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lonelyfrenchpoet · 1 month
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I was just a kid
I was just a kid.
I wasn't supposed to see that.
I wasn't supposed to do that.
I wasn't supposed to feel that.
I wasn't supposed to hear that.
I was just a kid.
By Val (22.03.22)
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1nn32dem0n5 · 4 months
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she baked me cookies
once a girl has cooked for you just for you she has given you her heart. at the very least say thank you.
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weltonboys · 6 months
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dinosaur - richard siken
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maeswrites · 3 months
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you died and i desperately need to tell you how it feels. i need you to hold me upright while i show you this hole that exists now in my heart and the emptiness that swallows my soul. i need you to hold me while i cry out for you, and scream at god and ask him why. you died and you are the only one who can get me through this.
-Mae S. // letter to everyone i've ever lost.
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ivaspinoza · 9 days
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Dark New Age
Oh, lazy sapiens sapiens, wake up, get out of your grave made of soft dopamine pillows! I beg you, ask questions. The dangerous ones that you don't want to ask. Use your brain, I implore. Stop swallowing agendas like you swallow pills, advertisements of parallel dimensions that do not exist, and stupidity in general. Wait, what? What was that? You can't breathe? Spit this garbage you have been feeding yourself – it gets stuck on your throat. Yes, it will get you killed. Silently, very slowly, you won't even notice. Yes, that is dangerous, so please, spit it out now. You will be fine. Here, take this glass of grouding, warm, and dry reality. Bite the truth cracker. Be honest with yourself, and maybe you will survive a few more hours to finally see the sun rise and kill this dark age we live in.
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darichonne · 1 month
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insta: @darichonne
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thereallounge · 20 days
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the only impressio when everything is gone !!!!
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rapturepoetry · 22 days
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is it not enough
but God is it not enough that i weep is it not enough that i suffer
can i be saved if i can't save myself
will you welcome me or turn me away
for now i'm trying to make it but its not enough
i'm falling from the sky i try to fly, broken as my wings are
i fall into darkness
i'm a little girl again i cannot save her
its not enough
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zinck-poetry · 3 months
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Regretz
We never show our true emotions, until it's time to let go.
The way we speak and the words we say, they can be so violent.
But the words left unsaid they cut the most, they run so deep.
That we didn't see the crash up a head, we didn't see.
Lie to me like I lie to myself.
So close to happiness, we were so close.
Regrets we have made.
Desires we have.
We've put love on the line, not for the first or last time.
It's a fine line between love and escape.
We're living on borrowed time.
Fact or fiction, right or wrong.
We never truly know until it's time to let go.
Lie to me like I lie to myself.
So close to happiness, we were so close.
Regrets we have made them.
Desires we all have them.
By Zinck
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1nn32dem0n5 · 1 month
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it's the little things
I am from east europe and my name can't be pronounced in the midwest so I dumb it down for them but she said it right and that was enough for me
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naeemajusthasthoughts · 2 months
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There is a part of me unrecognizable
lays in the bitter parts of my heart
blacken and molten to the touch
healing took too long this time,
as if the summer heat blistering against my skin.
I fell into the ocean of regress
broke it and left it to profess
and a smile bloomed once again.
Now there is no part of me
nothing to recognize again.
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maeswrites · 3 months
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you're going to wake up one day and feel excited to be alive. you're going to discover a new show one day, and it's going to become your favorite and you'll rewatch it every couple of months. you're going to meet someone, and they're going to feel like they're apart of your soul and you're going to think "how did i live without this person?" one day, you're going to wake up and the world will still be spinning and you will feel every breath your lungs take and feel euphoric. one day, you'll find way your way back to yourself, and it will be better than you remember it to be.
-mae s. // journal entry
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lonelyfrenchpoet · 1 month
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10:54 PM
I want to escape this town
Like no being here any more
Not like dying or anything
But I’m used to this place, hypocritical place
But I am tired
Tired of pretending I am someone else when I’m not
Tired of wearing a mask
I want to be in a place where I can be myself
I want to escape this town
Full of SHIT
By Val (21.12.20)
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darichonne · 1 month
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insta: @darichonne
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