((writer and dance addict)) i write whatever comes to my mind at times. enjoy.
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7:25
With soft jazz blaring through the dusty speakers grandpa purchased long before I was even thought of
I hold a pen in one hand and my worries in another
Writing down the things you made me go through
for you claim my words to be untrue.
I wonder what I did to you...
to deserve such misery and pain...
but I know that my actions will not go in vain. You my dear friend,
or should I say,
my enemy.
Oh
not like me
at all.
I detest using words which depict strong hatred
but you stripped all the love and joy from my top left
leaving me with nothing else...
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When Am I Going To Make A Living
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intense
I don’t write to impress. I write to express the repressed feelings in my chest. The feelings we’re all aware of but don’t speak of. Feelings that cut open the bruise in your heart that was just beginning to heal. The emotions that stir up unwanted memories. Emotions we had paused, never thinking of rewinding. Sometimes it feels like the fast forward button doesn’t work anymore. But that’s okay. I will take my time
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i think the funniest and realist thing i’ve realized lately is how troubling idealization can be. every person is just… a person. the very people you want to impress or be apart of are just people. even if they seem wildly intimidating because of the way they look or because of their reputation, every one is just a person. human. as embarrassing, as remorseful and they are going through stages of growth just like you are. we only see what we want to see and then drown ourselves further in our own depression and we don’t have to.
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“In the morning there is meaning, in the evening there is feeling.”
— Gertrude Stein
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"Do it fi di love mi nuh do it fi di likes." - Chronixx . A message right there.
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