kamdusa
kamdusa
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kamdusa · 17 days ago
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And I hope I never do what my mother did,
hold my children in captivated, in my own sadness.
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kamdusa · 2 months ago
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Don't be cheap with your love
You want to be the richest person in any room? Fill that room with love. If you want to see how guarded someone is tell them you love them and watch their response. When they squirm, they’re telling you something. People say they hate something so much easier than admitting they love it. They think love makes them weak and vulnerable and that someone can come in and hurt them. Love is the…
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kamdusa · 5 months ago
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I have intentionally broke the law what kind of straight edge question is this?
Daily writing promptHave you ever unintentionally broken the law?View all responses
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kamdusa · 5 months ago
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A kaleidoscope of pain flows through me
I can’t shut it off It takes me to places I’m afraid of Deep, dark caverns of hopelessness and musty airs of despair I am trapped within these human walls Help me get out of me please
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kamdusa · 7 months ago
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I am trapped inside this whale of darkness
It’s all consuming. It’s horribly cruel and demanding. She spits in my face and closes my curtains. Her name is sadness and she sees and feels everything. But who fucking cares about her right?
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kamdusa · 9 months ago
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I love the in betweens
The little things I love feeling sad and mad I love feeling I love reeling I love being the being I was meant to be I’m not gonna take it! From any of you. Anytime. So take a number baby b. Because this bitch is leaving the station!!!
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kamdusa · 9 months ago
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There is an ocean inside of me
She wants to come out
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kamdusa · 10 months ago
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Vincent Van Gogh
Is someone nobody knows
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kamdusa · 10 months ago
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The sun kissed me on the cheek and told me I was unique!
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kamdusa · 10 months ago
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I've cried on many a bathroom floor
I’ve died on many a broken hill I’ve searched myself day and night to find out where I’m supposed to be But I’m always right where I left me.
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kamdusa · 11 months ago
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It's so sweet
Like sleep But when I’m in so deep I forgrt to keep Something I might later reap
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kamdusa · 11 months ago
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Listening to rock music,
Is the best when it’s with you. And arguing about things we aren’t really arguing about, Is the best when it’s with you. And dancing around all crazy in the mirror? Well that’s best served with a side of you, boo. And when my mind is thinking about all there is to think about, Everytime it comes back home to you. It’s always been on you. At fifteen I stared at the ceiling, staring at God,…
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kamdusa · 1 year ago
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I met a stranger today who wasn't a stranger at all
At a picnic table Surrounded by a field of flowers And God’s love He gave me permission to cry in front of him, this stranger I’ve not yet known but have always known And he hugged me like only a friend could hug me, cheek to cheek, locked in a warm embrace. I love love. He said “oh you’re a lover not a fighter” I said “oh I’m both! I’ll fight for love. I’ll fight for it.”
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kamdusa · 1 year ago
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I'm a good sinner
And you’re a bad sinner. My sins are better because I am me And your sins are worse because you are you I’ve sinned but I haven’t sinned like you! There are good sinners and bad ones There are good sharks and bad sharks We are hypocrites and professional judges We are liars and takers Manipulators and absolutely no risk takers Stay in the dark where God can’t find my face to shame
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kamdusa · 1 year ago
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I feel bad for killing ants
You told me they don’t feel pain like we do Then why does my heart hurt for them too?
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kamdusa · 1 year ago
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I want to wake up like a butterfly everyday
With no fear or shame
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kamdusa · 1 year ago
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I love the beach
And all the noises The scenes of little boys trudging up sand hills like soldiers. Likewise, digging trenches that lead to nowhere. Young mothers with young children who sulk when told its near time to go home. A sweet treat. A book to read. My soul to feed.
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