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Living in the memory of her -
I’m unsure of whether or not that will ever change but I hope for the day that it does because I am tired of walking in a shadow that is not my own.
I’m worried that the things that broke him will forever hold him and no amount of love I give will mend the broken pieces; the broken pieces that I thought fit with mine so easily it could possibly make us whole.
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it breaks my heart to know that there are so many beautiful souls out there questioning their worth because someone they loved made them feel unlovable
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If you want me to stay then make me feel wanted.
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I wish you would have left me where you found me, I wasn’t happy but I was free
I sure as hell didn’t have anyone consistently questioning my integrity.
I would cry back then of my own thoughts and insecurities but now I’ve learned to cry for yours. Nothing I say or feel means anything anymore
so I’ll just keep on keep on crying in the dark.
You ask me what’s wrong
you ask me if I’m okay
blind to the fact that you’re casting the stones this time around.
So baby here’s your answer.
I’ll just keep crying in the dark.
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i cannot wait to financially afford who i really am
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You hold yourself so well, people would never suspect you're going through hell.
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worrying is like worshipping the problem
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I overthink things you've never even thought of
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Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness
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Never have I dealt with anything as difficult as my own soul.
Imam Al-Ghazali
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I have a severe case of wanting to do everything and ending up doing nothing
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i don’t know. i’m barely a person. i just want to be kind and hold someone’s hand. eat an ice cream cone. stare at the lake. feel the sun on my skin. lay in the grass. run through a sprinkler. it’s so easy to forget life is supposed to feel like a deep breath and not a gasp
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Mom how I wish I could tell you the news
Don’t worry I’m doing okay
I left home to find my own
I think you’d be happy to know
I’m still writing and singing songs
Mom I wish I could tell you the news
I never knew it could feel this way
I’ve met someone he’s got sweet eyes
He opens doors, pulls out my seat
and don’t make me cry all damn day
He’s not where I’m from but mom
I swear to you for me he is home.
I wish you knew I like him a lot
And I know you would too
It’s crazy I know but we even went and got ourselves matching tattoos
He’s got a smile that makes me forget
All the shit I’ve been through
And I just wish he had been given the chance to meet you
Mom how I wish I could tell you the news
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Shelves covered in dust
Hearts ripped out and left to rust
Nowhere to go but home
But I left home long ago
Now the road is all I know
Steel and iron
Hearts grown tired
The rust has remained
Leaving scars on the surface
Love turned to dust, rusted heart
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You’re the turning of the page, you’re the final chapter, you’re the chorus in every song.
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