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internal-infinity
Ramblings Of A Spiraling Mind
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internal-infinity · 3 years ago
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Como no extrañar ese azul translúcido que con el vaivén baila?
Como entrar en llanto al sumergir mis pies en mi playa?
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internal-infinity · 5 years ago
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Most of the time, during the day I feel fine.
As if daylight brought some sort of comfort
or the Sun made the demons hide away.
When night begins I lose myself in my feelings.
I become a wound through which my tears
bleed out of, and I hurt myself constantly just
to see if I can become empty.
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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Shades of Cool
I used to be all about the bright, warm hues.
The Reds.
But after I tasted blue
it was hard to escape
these shades of violet.
Now warmth only lives in the orange tinge of
Sunrises and Sunsets.
In the nostalgia brought on by
Beginnings and Endings.
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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Lately I’ve been nostalgic and missing a lot of things, but that’s something you will never know.
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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I don’t like breaking glass hearts, but they keep slipping out of my hands which still jitter with memories of you.
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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Today seems like one of those days that hating myself comes easier than usual.
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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All these bottled up emotions and absolutely nothing to do with them.
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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An eternal ballad for the broken-hearted.
For somebody just like you.
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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Sitting in the car, screaming, has become part of my morning ritual.
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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STARSTRUCK
Our meeting was random,
completely left to chance.
On a mellow summer night,
with a clear summer sky.
Thanks to you
I now own a constellation
of Memories
and at times, when I think of you,
a shooting star
might sparkle in my eyes.
My mind has become
the finest star projector.
When my head goes
dark,
images of you appear to
light my way back home.
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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At such a young age I’ve opened doors in my mind that have lead me to very dark places.
And it scares me to think of the doors I have yet to discover along the way.
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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Agua con sal, buena para ahogar penas y limpiar el alma.
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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Last embers of a dying day
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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internal-infinity · 6 years ago
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