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I’d built myself on rotten ground; behaviors dictated by manic depressive episodes and all that it entailed. I’m healthy now and realizi..

Painfully familiar The calm before the storm The love that goes wrong Another one leaves Because my Demons make ugly The last sliver of bea..

Never thought a kiss could feel that way Like it scraped the bottom of your barrels Like you could taste his soul on your tongue Go figure ..

Sparks flying Like when you desperately try to get fire From a dead lighter Almost fooled them, didn't we Im in your waiting room Smells li..

Overstimulated Little things weigh too much Heavy in my arms Scrape too hard You have me Prisoner But I hold your hand Shaped like the..

She acts like she's grounded in something But lately she's liquid Takes the shape of whatever container She pours herself into It's sad Some..

Sometimes there's no big fight or screaming to commemorate your broken heart. Sometimes it just happens quietly, with no words: unacknowkedged

Coulda shoulda woulda

Daddy issues, fathers, daughters