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there's one thing i know for sure.

i could be stranded in the rain with no home, i could be devastated over a text on the phone, i could be crying to God on a pew but i'll always love you.

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writing letters for english language turned into writing applications for university.

people keep telling me to do what i want to do yet all i am is a mirror scrambled together and patched up using the shards of passion from those in my life.

who am i? what do i like? why do we need to make these decisions at 17? when will i know what i want to do?

how can i answer these questions without my head splitting?

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i can see myself becoming the villian in my own story but i don't know whether my mind is playing tricks or whether it's real

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and writing poetry

someone reblog this and be like "op are you okay???" and then I'll reblog that and we'll have a conversation of poetry, literature, dark humour and soul as everyone in gen z does.

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I live on a tropical island and it's still too cold :") Also yes, drink some hot chocolate too

someone reblog this and be like "op are you okay???" and then I'll reblog that and we'll have a conversation of poetry, literature, dark humour and soul as everyone in gen z does.

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I'm a bit sick but I'm also sick asfff B) how are you on this fine day

someone reblog this and be like "op are you okay???" and then I'll reblog that and we'll have a conversation of poetry, literature, dark humour and soul as everyone in gen z does.

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I shall reappear in a month's time when I bottle up my thoughts to the point where I need an outlet and then I shall type it out here where everyone can relate and be witty about it 🥂

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someone reblog this and be like "op are you okay???" and then I'll reblog that and we'll have a conversation of poetry, literature, dark humour and soul as everyone in gen z does.

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poetry is fucking raw and i will never not have respect for people who reveal their souls by presenting their work to the world

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I find it unfair that people are praised for baring their souls but at the same time they're shunned for baring their souls.

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every goddamn atom of me missed him but what good are atoms when he sapped the energy from them

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They're not hurting you on purpose. They don't know that your heart jumps when they text you but at the same time it twists so hard that you feel like something's stuck in your throat. They don't know that you frown every time they mention their crush who doesn't even say hi to them. They don't know that you would to anything to keep them in your life, even as a friend. They don't know. Remember that. I pray that one day one of us acquires the courage to tell them. Until next time, Cupid's Targets.

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gaze through the borders that surround your window and look at the wonders of life

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it baffles me that language can convey such strong feelings: grief, adoration, wonderment, pain, envy, curiosity

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In the midst of tiny mechanical components and electrical devices, the world lost it's love for poetry and literature and the language of the heart.

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i really just want what we had

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~And there's nothin' left here to remind me

Just the memory of your face~

- Against all Odds by Phil Collins