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Literature
Feelings and Words
At the end of the day, no ones feelings about you should matter except for your own. You should love yourself. But what does it say about you when you have nothing but negative feelings towards yourself . In the present moment I'm not at ease . Not having answers to the whys the hows the whats can get really frustrating . And now I have nothing else to say. Just writing down the feelings I had just now and I guess my mind is trailing off to something else because I DON'T KNOW what to say . That's my issue with my life right now . It's a bunch of DON'T KNOWS...
Literature
drowning
I wonder, sometimes, what it would be like to drown.
It is, perhaps, not the healthiest of curiosities to dwell upon.
But in the still of the night, I listen to the sounds of the world,
And I remember that summer.
I remember the way the heavy weight of the water
Silenced the noise of all the people.
I floated, limbs loose and kaleidoscopes blooming against my eyelids as the sun illuminated the waters around me, as the quiet soothed my mind until my lungs were fit to burst, and…
I miss it.
I miss the quiet of midnight and the warmth that wrapped around me like the blanket from my best friend's bed that I always tease her about be
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Darkness
The pitter-patter of raindrops on cobblestones
when walking alone, engrossed in your memories,
your thoughts condescend behind you like a
narcissistic parent.
Vision changes, perspectives are skewed
downwards. A skeptical outlook becomes
a recording in your mind; when does it stop?
How do I get to this moment? Where did
I fucked up?
A flash of gunpowder, the mind lights up like
for the one instant where you felt hope. You
had an answer, but the voices keep coming;
smothering, snuffing; the fire is gone
and I'm suffering in silence.
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For all those times when your accomplishments just aren't the answer.
For all those times when your accomplishments just aren't the answer.
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