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You know that pain when you will never be his priority? I felt that

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When words are not expressed

Our hearts are feeling repressed

Our connection eventually suppressed

Leaving our souls in distress

Your wishes are the obstacles I stress

Our body collides with silences that are less

But the pain staggers an arrow to my chest

At some point we knew, we were a mess

Darling I knew that love was just a test

We both failed and probably its for the best

It must be a lot for us to process

For I was once a part of your life and now a guest

Ready to depart saying farewell for all the rest

I’ll remember your cat with whiskers

And Ill never forget the things we immersed

But then again I was your curse

I’ll be long gone from your memory for I was never your first

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i think i’m gonna miss how the sun touches my skin

how the brightness of the moon fills my world

but when the sun sets, your love finally dims

and your presence shivers me with a cold

i am running out of words

whether to fight for you or to give up

i wonder whether if I should even bother to open your door

my love was never enough even if I was an overflowing cup

darling, this poem is my savior

for all the things I could savor

wishing your touch and kiss warms me

and can I ask for one last favor?

Dont. ever. forget. me.

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welp

I miss being in love… #EthicalMemes

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“That’s the thing, people will never reciprocate the love even if you had offered a million stars and seas for someone for as long as you’re not somebody they love, you are just a brick in the wall bound to crash and fall.”

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random are the things I say in my day

I am filled with emotions but anger is one at the top

i am angry at the world

at the people

at the events

at the places

but I am at you

for not loving me the way I loved you

for hurting me the way I never hurt you

for losing me as if I was never anything to match your love

but most importantly you would have loved me less and that pains me

                                meh.

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find in your heart the depths of despair

the sadness of life

the stupidity of humans

the irony we cannot avoid

what is love anyway

when it burns your soul through fire and smoke

dont ever get in darling

dont ever believe in it

you’ll end up hurting yourself

or worse 

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“Not once did you ever asked me to stay. Should I leave? Hold on, it doesnt matter to you anyway.”

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dont cry for me, my love

the vast extension of the universe cannot defy what we had

your mildness and exotic scent

stumbles upon the rules we bend

you and I should have matter

but I was the only one who cared as big as the planet saturn

with rings and colors matching us heavenly

but you were a fucking hell loomed in the deeps of satanic cell

and now you drag me down to bits

i am a lost soul broken to even believe

                           meh.

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poems are great

words filled with faith

eyes shine like the brightest day

ears to hear the good news to take

but poets are sad

a life lived with crap

their hands are filthy from misery

a little broken of sadness from its injury

even their tears are pouring from all the suffering

i do not think anything seems comforting

knowing they can only hear the sound of rejection

their heart, heavy from deception

from all the love they have given

only to find out it was missing

asking questions whether what could it be

were they enough or too much to see?

again poems are great

yet poets are just poets

                            meh.

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when I jokingly said that we should practice kissing

you hesitated, laughed then proceed to react with nothing

I do not know what is upsetting

The fact that you do not want to kiss me

or the fact that you just laughed at the idea of my existence

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I guess love is such a dumb little shit that ruins you in a spiral way. You’d get mad, sad, crazy, stupid, pathetic especially not receiving any treatment that matches your efforts and kindness. What’s worse is that people dont apologize for it but embrace the fact they have hurt people mentally and emotionally. They believe that ghosting is the solution and leaving you confuse is their perception. I hate people. Especially I hate you.

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i think its when I make decisions in trying to set moods 

but you obviously find yourself not wanting me in a way we knew

knowing I can only be swayed with your words

yet you wouldn’t even flinch when its my turn

sadly it burns,

how you discard me when you dont feel horny

then come back to me when you are obviously lonely

but what about the time I was unhappy?

you never once called me and say you’re sorry

cause you are a narcissistic little bitch asking for something

in return you only gave me pure bullshit of nothing

thanks again for trying

my heart still comes back to you to lift me from dying

what toxic little love we have

guess I’ll just leave myself to laugh

                   meh.

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When Rebecca & Christopher bought this barn in upstate New York, it was meant to be a weekend home (no closets) so they redid it to become a permanent home.

Both of them aren’t into bright colors, but the subdued palette looks lovely in a barn setting.

The library nook. Christopher’s love for industrial antiques (oversize lighting, factory furniture) proved useful when it came to outfitting this home.

The warm wooden bar came from an antiques dealer.

The statement-making island came from the famous Brimfield Antique Flea Market, as did about half of the home’s antiques.

Rebecca refers to the attic bedroom as the “room full of dead people,” referencing Christopher’s 25-years-and-counting collection of old panorama and group portraits of people from a bygone era.

That sink was only $15 from a now-defunct salvage merchant “back when finds like this were easy to come by,” says Rebecca. The large-scale light fixture is from Brimfield.

Christopher bought the Ford GT screen print (likely from the 1960s) at London’s Sunbury Antiques Market  when the couple spent two years in England. The tub is from an antique store.

https://www.countryliving.com/home-design/house-tours/a33611174/new-york-barn-renovation/

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