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i know i haven't posted in a while, it's maybe cuz i've been feeling a lot of things lately. wrote this poem tonight, so wanted to share it with you :)

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satiation

is the rain

i expect

in the midst of hot summer

incredibly juvenile

but repenting demands

seeping through the cracks

of the spirit

that still lingers

to receive a taste

of what belonged to her

deserved; but not considered so

even with growing up faster than comprehension

the faults seemingly remained

because grieved they had

for what could be the scene

if not for that one thing

that broke it all into big shards

a piece; each of its own

seperate

divided

alone

its own person

own place

complete

with the groans

regrets

pain

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have you ever known how it feels to be touched and not feel repulsed enough to think of drawing yourself back, but rather revel in the euphoria of the sensation that surfaces? i'd known once, and it made me fly. i wonder if i'll ever feel that way anymore, something similar to what a junkie feels like when they've hit their high, when a child who'd lost his favourite toy, found it ages later, when you're floating on top of your senses because finally, there's a way to feel happiness on your own accord.

you're safe and small, and everything feels like sunshine. everything is good, everything is nice. you're okay, and you're mine.

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no holds barred, i've been sent to destroy

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You ever finish a book series you dearly loved and feel this hollow ache in your chest because you don't have anymore books to fill it in with? Because same

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how do i go on living without you

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you, the author of my perpetual misery

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there's no better way to spend time except reading your comfort books on a cold autumn day, relishing those feels and having a burst of serotonin experiencing them all over again

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you tie me down, and i allow it

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we pretend to be holy

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there won't be any left of me after I decay

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ending an illicit affair on the wedding night

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I met her at church

But she could be Satan

- Ferrari, The Neighbourhood

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do you sleep anymore?

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playing the same songs over and over until I hate them

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prescribe me death

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trying to be alone in the music of my thoughts

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I can crave you, but you don't need to know

Billie Eilish, NDA