Well...Fuck I wish I did not write these things.
Sometimes there's things in me that I have to push out;
the words course like poison and tighten their grip, their chokehold,
the more I push them down.
I wish I did not have to let them loose.
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I want my mind back.
I don't feel at home here; Everywhere is safe and secure. Everyone is distant.
My bones are unlived in and reaching for a move.
Would you miss me if I were gone tomorrow? Would you send search parties in my name, for the eyes you know [or] used to love?
I would like to tell myself this is not a moment of weakness; it is simply my body readying for battle, for a fall, for the landing.
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and here I am thinking of bedsheets in correlation to my life as if they way they are set has some blatant, meaningful impact on my life and like colors actually matter and sometimes I start to wonder if everything does not have purpose at all and if
sometimes things just happen
and there really isn't any reason at all like I want to believe.
I do not like to think of myself in context.
I would not like to lie and tell you I'm not myself because I'm acting; really I don't know who I am at all and if I had an excuse it
by ~boxed-in-hearts
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I want to call you, my voice just electric pulses across telephone wires, a static message that would sound out ''I will always love you'' because I cannot tell you I will never harm you again; my lungs are not strong enough to carry such heavy messages and my pulse is not brave enough to write you [not] love letters
[I could not bring myself to tell you selfish things like I want to kiss you, save you, love you, hold you like I do in my dreams
and that you can trust me]
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Principiante.
and i wanted to post poems i knew they would .. well.. not enjoy reading & would fight with me about them
i kept it because i put emotionally different poems on this
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there is no worse madman than one who doesn't want to understand
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Principiante.
thank you, too
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there is no worse madman than one who doesn't want to understand
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even in absence,
these thoughts keep you alive
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there is no worse madman than one who doesn't want to understand
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silence cannot free us now...
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there is no worse blind man than the one who doesn't want to see. there is no worse deaf man than the one who doesn't want to hear. and there is no worse madman than the one who doesn't want to understand
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there is no worse blind man than the one who doesn't want to see. there is no worse deaf man than the one who doesn't want to hear. and there is no worse madman than the one who doesn't want to understand
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