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I used to proudly call you mine. In some ways I still doBut that was until you let go. You told me I was fucked in the head. You couldn’t give a real fucking reason.You watched me leave as I fled to my grandparents home, And the only think about wasHow you tolerated me. I
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The person who used to comfort and protect me has become my biggest trigger, leaving me feeling alone and shaken.
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Running aroundLike a mad womanTrying to keep everything together.DeadlinesMeetingsFilings. All of these things have fallen to me.This is how I thrive.This is how I excel.Dump work on meAn obscene amount of workI will do it.And I will do it well.
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I’ve reached a point where I can’t figure out what to write about anymore. My emotions – the feelings that are coming with the things happening around me – have me silently shutting down. Depression is a real monster. I battle it daily. I feel like I’m slipping. Maybe that’s what I’ll write about today…….
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Today I don’t really know what to write about. Today I don’t really feel like writing. But here is what I have to say today, and I hope it in some way makes sense. Slip the filter in the machine,Add three scoops of grounds,Place the cup underneath, Press start. It starts the gurgling of the
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You tried hang meYou wanted to silence meYou tried to make me look the fool.But what you didn’t expectWas for me to stand proudlyOn the gallowsAnd thenWith a smile on my faceAnd the coldness in my heartI escaped.
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You never see it coming,The things that hurt the most. But then again,The best things that happen in lifeCan be just as surprising.
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Yes, I’m a Swiftie. Yes, I did stay up until midnight for the new album. Yes, this poem was written while listening to this album and my feelings and thoughts as I sat down for the meeting of The Tortured Poets Department. If that bothers you, keep scrolling. I have been waiting for this day
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This piece I wrote in reflection of my sister’s 21st birthday. Yes, she did actually turn 21 on April 18th. I thought it would be a nice time to reflect on what it felt like for me, as the oldest sibling, to watch her turn 21. That first drink,Her first legal drink.It is crazy to
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