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Through hidden love notes and quiet songs

One day I’ll able to tell the world

Just how much my heart aches for you

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Sometimes I fear my words have already been spilled,

Whispered,

Slidden off somebody else’s tongue

But all has already been said

Perhaps that is where humanity’s beauty lies

Within poetry and inventions already scratched onto forgotten paper

Yet discovered over and over again

Yet rejoiced over and over again

By the same people

The same humans

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My mom said it’s okay, she gave me a basket to pick poisonous berries <3

my mom said we can hide in the woods, cast ancient spells, be embraced by moss and befriend eldritch creatures if it's ok with your mom

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I write, though I seethe in pain

I write, until my wrist is strained

I write, and study, and write again

Perhaps one day, I’ll be able to describe

The way your heart felt in my hands

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I admire the moon’s refusal to be photographed

Sometimes I wish I had this kind of beauty

To be perceived, even when blurry

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The art of laying

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My skin is uneven

And I bite my lips too often

The palms of my hands are calloused

And my arms are scarred

My hair falls in a way that could be poetic

Perhaps if I was pretty

My fingertips are hanging over our past

Wondering if you’d feel pity

If you knew how much I miss you

But no,

The heart of a woman needn’t to be exposed

Only the smooth line of their lips

And the sweet flush of their cheeks

Oh, to have had my mouth sewn shut

So that maybe my silence acquires your ears

It seems that my poetry wasn’t enough

My skin, not tight enough on my bones

For the world to perceive me and think

« Oh, the delicacy of a woman’s mind! »

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All that we are,

Flowers and poetry

What a wonder it is to be breathing

Knowing that all around us is alive, just as we

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Sometimes all it takes is to let go. What is living if not letting go?

controversial opinion but unfortunately you are your actions and what you say. if you are mean to people, it doesn’t matter if you sometimes have secret kind thoughts. fortunately you are your actions and what you say. if you are kind in your actions and your words, it doesn’t matter if you sometimes have mean thoughts. the power is in working against inner negative thoughts and being a better person despite it. you have the ability to cultivate the person you want to be.

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I think us as humans tend to focus mainly on the negative because we are wired to have the innate urge to « solve problems ». If there is no problem to be seen, then there is no purpose to our lives. That is why people who have made complete and utter peace with their problems and the ones around them are the only ones who do not fear death. But then again; is it truly human to be at peace?

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Once, a stranger took a picture of me on my break

She was very shy, shaking while holding up her camera

What a strange thing it is to be perceived

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Sometimes I wish I was a ghost

Simply to sit beside human beings

To experience what it’s like to connect

And sing with these strings

What a beautiful experience it is

To hear this music

And to know that, deep down,

These humans I envy the most

Sing in sync with my heartbeat

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Just got this app. Let’s see what it brings