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Someone once told me that you forget the things you love,
To do what makes you happy,
When feeling is a task.
No one told the truth of th..
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My life is constant longing,
To be less, to be more,
To have her, to belong.
A life of wishful thinking,
One of action, one of pa..
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I want to be something else
I want to be his.
Against principles,
Feminism,
Pride.
I want to hang onhim and notlet go. Be all that..
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I want to love like that.
Despite the unbearable pain of parting,
The exquisite torture of loss that she shows.
I want a love like that.
Love a..
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I stay in my box.
My unoriginal
inadequate box,
Whilst I long to be free...
To live with excitement,
Adventure and glee.
Not safe in tha..
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She writes of such beautiful torment,I cannot resist.She writes of such passionI don'tunderstand.She writes of her love and mistakes left behindNaivel..
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He makes my heart flip in my chest.Just a glance, and for a second of a second,I love him.
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I envy
Those who write
Of gold and water,
Libraries, sky and India,
But mean love.
Those who paint
The rainbow and th..
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Do you ever want to escapeYour thoughts your mind yourself?to be someone else.vacuous thoughtless emptyto have not a care in your head.not a carenot ..
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I was blinded by his ring,Staring me in the face.A fantasy of adulteryAt sixteen years of age.No experience, no regrets,But then nothing has happened ..
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