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My mind is constantly scratching on the mold it has been shifted into, the walls I needed to build to keep it sane, keep it still, a sort of personal ..
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I burn for youYet you quench me, dearSo that the light of my beingIs lost in your darknessAnd still.
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Everything can be put in a dark environment, looked at with foggy vision in a dull greyscale. Everything can also be highlighted and bright, rainbows ..
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Cold waterIt rushesSoft waterIt crushesCold loveIt's lusciousSoft loveIt's cautiousGive me shivers.
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Blackbirds aren't black, but harshly brownDressed in the midnight sky as gownDark shadows travel across the starsWhile they spread the shade of crusty..
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It's liberating, writing without rules or restraints. Every word that falls on my tongue I immediately spit out, unfiltered and nasty. No need to thin..
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They visit me once in a while, those intrusive thoughts that hurt me. Usually I keep them at bay, go on with my daily duties and live my life as it is..
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We need to listen to each other, whether it its in a state of war or in a state of catching up with someone. We have our senses, not only those of sme..
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I decided that for a change, I would write in this online diary a.k.a my personal purgatory, when I am collected and grounded. I survived yet another ..
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Has it really been two years since my last entry? Even more, in fact. I once saw a quote and I don't know the source, but it was something along the l..
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