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Once upon a time

That's how these stories go right

Once upon a time

In a land far far away

But this is not a fairy tale

They didn't live happily ever after

Because the story hasn't ended yet

Or even begun

It hasn't happened yet, is happening, has already happened

Near you

There was a princess or a prince

They were just like everyone else

They were special

Special just like everyone else

But different

They believed in stories

And magic

But not supernatural magic

The magic that two or more people can make

The magic of whispered secrets

The magic of wishes

The magic of wind carrying your messages

But then the evil witch came

And showed them that magic can't be trusted

People can't be trusted

Can't even trust themselves

No good fairy godmother came to save

So they died

But they looked to be only asleep

Everyone thought they were still alive

But they were only the dead husk of a former child

The magic was gone

This is not a happy ending

No prince charming to save the day

No fairy dust to make it all okay

Just the remnants of a shattered dream

Of a world where magic once gleamed

The princess or prince, they were special indeed

But their belief in magic became their fatal deed

For the evil witch taught them a cruel lesson

That in this world, there is no true magic to be reckoned

And so they died, their magic gone

Leaving behind a world that could never move on

For they were the ones who believed in magic

And without them, there was no more magic

But do not pity them, for they were not weak

Their belief in magic kept them unique

In a world that tried to make them the same

But they held on to their magic like a flame

So next time you see a child with stars in their eyes

Remember the princess or prince, who dared to dream and fly

For their magic may have been fleeting

But it left a mark that was worth keeping

Once upon a time, in a land not so far

There lived a princess or prince, a shining star

But their story was not a happy one

For in the end, their magic was undone.

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and serious

The world is pressing, all around

Too much pain, too much sound

I can't take it anymore

My heart is heavy and my soul is sore

'You can fix it,' they say

But how can they know, in any way?

Frustrated, irritated, never depressed

My emotions are a constant test

Small round white pills, I take a few

To numb all my feelings, it's what I can do

Don't think, not anymore

Just take them all and close the door

'You can make it,' they say again

But how can they understand my pain?

Neutral, non-committal, never suicidal

But inside, my thoughts are tidal

Don't fight the current, they say

Just relax, let go, and sway

Take it far away from here

But how can I escape this fear?

The weight on my chest, it only grows

As I drown in this sea of woes

The world is pressing, all around

And I am struggling to keep my head above the ground

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It did not begin with red running dripping Splashing everywhere except the source Everything fading to black then white It began as blue as every day seemingly

Did for as long as could be remembered Tasting orange smelling violet but today This was the intense indigo of twilight

A reflection of a shadow of a feeling Which isn't really ever anything at all just A nothing of a nothing of a nothing So it shouldn't have been any surprise

The way it ended in an overflowing bath Wrist cut with a shard of broken mirror So much for only seven years bad luck

It started with a whisper, a subtle hue A hint of melancholy, a drop of blue But like a poison, it spread and grew Into a darkness that nobody knew

It seeped into every crevice and crack A suffocating weight that held me back With every breath, the color grew Until there was nothing left but the indigo

The sky turned gray, the sun hid away The air thick with a sense of decay But still, I could taste the oranges And smell the violets, their sweet scents

But today was different, today was cold The blue had turned into a storm, untold An intense indigo that consumed the sky And in its wake, all I could do was cry

A shadow of a feeling, a nothing of a nothing But its grip was strong, its hold unyielding Until I found myself in a bathtub filled with red A broken mirror, a cut on my wrist, and I was dead

They say death brings bad luck, for seven years But it didn't matter, I was consumed by fears Of the darkness that started with that shade A premonition of the end that was made

So now, every day is a reminder of that blue The darkness that began as something new But it was always there, lurking beneath the surface A shadow of a feeling, a nothing of a nothing of a nothing

And in the end, it was all just a reflection Of the darkness within, a deadly infection That ended in an overflowing bath A reflection of a life, cut short by wrath.

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Life nears lingering nightmares,

As cold burns through my breath,

Time slowly ticks towards stop,

But speeds up to spill and undo,

The water madly washes me,

Under, over, unable to order,

I clutch at straws of stray calm,

But forever sleep is forced to stay.

Darkness envelops my mind,

As I live in this eternal night,

Each breath a burden to bear,

As nightmares creep and take flight.

My fragile body shivers,

As the cold seeps into my bones,

A constant reminder of my fate,

A fate I cannot postpone.

Time, both friend and foe,

Drags on at a torturous pace,

I long for it to stop,

But it only speeds up in this race.

Moments spill and unravel,

Undoing any sense of control,

And I am left trapped,

In a world of twisted and dark souls.

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The world, poised at birth's threshold,

Between darkness and light, behold,

A delicate balance, precariously held,

Where nature's power is yet to unfold.

In the distance, rain approaches,

A symphony of scent encroaches,

Upon the senses, a sweet refrain,

Whispers of petrichor, an earthly strain.

The air, bursting with anticipation,

As if nature knows, with great elation,

The rain will come, a force of creation,

Cleansing, renewing, a welcome sensation.

And as he pads across the land,

A lone wolf, with paw and steady hand,

His silhouette, a darker smudge,

Against the backdrop of clouds, they drudge.

With heightened senses, he howls,

A mournful song, as the moon bowls,

Away, making room for the storm,

The world, in transition, transformed.

The rain, a lullaby, a soothing bed,

As both wolf and moon, lay down to rest,

The world, now still, in quiet slumber,

As rain and darkness, peacefully embrace each other.

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Cream clouds comfortless cover, Sunshine streams sickly streaks, Bundled boundless bouncing bubbles, Ignoring icy ingest ice.

Amidst this dreamy scene, Where colors clash and collide, A world of contradictions, Lies before my eyes.

The cream clouds embrace, But offer no warmth, Only a comfortless cover, Of an endless sky.

The sunshine tries to shine, But its beams are weak, As they struggle to break through, The thick, cream cloud veil.

Bundled boundless bouncing bubbles, Gather at my feet, But their cheerfulness is tainted, By the sickly streaks of light.

I try to ignore, The icy ingest ice, But it creeps into my bones, And freezes my insides.

Yet, in this dreamy world, Where nothing is what it seems, I find solace in the chaos, With my bundled bouncing bubbles.

I let go of the freezing cold, And embrace the cream cold, For in this dreamy state, It can't curdle my soul.

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A little bird with broken wing Hops up and down, a broken thing Watching others soar, so free Forgotten and alone, a mystery

In the shroud of dawn's first light The little bird takes flight With weary wings and heart so heavy It finds a place to rest, so ready

For in its dreams it soars so high Above the clouds, beyond the sky But in reality, it's just a dream For the little bird, so broken, so unseen

It longs to join the others To feel the wind beneath its feathers But fate has dealt a different hand Leaving the little bird to stand

Hopping, watching, and wondering Why its wings were left to pondering The mysteries of life, so complex A little bird, with wings so vexed

It sees the world from a different view A perspective most do not pursue For in its solitude, a deeper meaning Lies within the little bird's leaning

In the quiet moments, when the world sleeps The little bird dreams, and its heart weeps For it knows it may never fly But still, it spread its wings and tries

To join the others in the sky To feel the freedom, to feel alive But in its struggles, a beauty shines In the little bird, a heart divine

For though it may be forgotten and alone Its spirit soars, a melody of its own A mysterious creature, with so much grace A little bird, with a broken wing, yet still in place.

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When did we forget to sense The beauty that surrounds us hence The wind, a symphony through the trees Whistling melodies, a gentle breeze

The leaves, a canvas of vibrant hues Their rustling whispers, nature's news And the petals, a rainbow of colors Their fragrant scent, a gift from mothers

The rivers, streams, and babbling brooks Their rhythmic flow, nature's timeless looks To the seas, oceans, and tranquil lakes Their vastness, enough to make hearts ache

But did we forget to feel and know The Morse Code and Braille, a language to show The power of communication, beyond just words A touch and a tap, a message conferred

And in the peaceful night sky As stars twinkle, a lullaby Did we forget to look up and dream Lost in the wonders, of life's grand scheme

Lost in our minds, we wander and roam But do we truly know and own This world we live in, so vast and profound Lost in distractions, we forget to be grounded

So let us open our hearts and eyes To the complex beauty, that surrounds our lives Let us not forget to sense and see The magic of nature, truly free

For when we embrace and appreciate The wonders of this world, we elevate Our souls, our minds, our very being And find inspiration, in everything.

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It hurts to breathe Little pieces of you Tear me up from the inside I spit up blood, feeling like I'm going to lose my mind My teeth get caught On your flesh, causing me to choke Unable to swallow, my mouth dry and aching I'm blinded by the darkness, consumed by your hold

Your flesh, your soul, all I can hear is your ringing Static in my ears, drowning out all other sounds I've lost my senses to you, lost in your grasp Nostalgia washes over me, as I remember the past

The complex emotions, the love, the hurt All intertwined, a tangled web of memories I try to breathe, but every breath feels like a curse Tearing me apart, as I long for your touch, your chemistry

Longing for the days when we were whole But now we're just broken pieces, crumbling under the weight Of our mistakes, our regrets, our lost souls Painfully nostalgic, as I remember our first date

The bittersweet memories, like a knife in my chest Each breath a reminder of what we once had But now it's just emptiness, a void that can't be filled, a soul in unrest I try to hold on, but it slips away like sand through my hands

I can't escape the blackness, the darkness that you bring Consuming me, dragging me further into the void Your touch, your scent, still haunts me, like a broken string Tied to you, unable to break free, forever your toy

It hurts to breathe, knowing that you're not here But still, I can feel you, in every breath I take The pain, the memories, the love, still so dear I'm lost in the nostalgia, my heart still aches

Little pieces of you, still lingering inside Tearing me apart, but I can't let go I spit up blood, my wounds still open wide But with each breath, I'll continue to grow

A complex love, a complex pain But I'll hold on to the memories, with all my might For even if it hurts to breathe, I'll endure the strain Nostalgia may consume me, but I'll keep you close, in my sight.

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In the vast expanse of endless space Universes collide with a grace The collision, a sight to behold Creating, destroying, recreating, I'm told

Transforming each time, a new rebirth As galaxies merge, spinning in mirth Cosmic dances, a never-ending show Mindfully sensible, but still in flow

Sameness is found in all of this chaos A familiar thread in the midst of the loss A reminder that we are all connected In this grand scheme, we are all affected

Yet in the spaces between the stars Lies a reflection of who we are A glimpse of the universe within us And the infinite possibilities it does discuss

You and I, them and us All intertwined without any fuss Different, but also the same In this grand design, we all have a name

Our choices, like landscapes, ever-changing Each one a path, never retracing But all at once they exist In this dreamy world, they coexist

As universes collide and merge The complexity of it all, an urge To delve deeper into the unknown And discover what lies in the great unknown

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An emptiness, a vacuum so vast It swallows everything, a void so fast But this is more than just a lack Of tangible things, it's something abstract

A nothingness, a non-existence A state of being with no persistence No thoughts, no feelings, no trace of me Only a bleak and endless black sea

This blackness, it's deeper than lack of light Deeper than absence of color, it's a sight That chills the soul and numbs the mind Leaving nothing but emptiness behind

Where once a mind used to reside Now there's only emptiness, a void inside No words, no memories, no thoughts to hold Just a vast expanse of nothingness, so cold

And where a heart used to beat strong Now there's only an echo, a mournful song A blackness deeper than lack of emotion A void so vast, it defies all notion

Everything is anything but not Everything is nothing but not A paradox that cannot be understood In this emptiness, where everything is gone for good

No depression, no joy, just being But even that is a fleeting feeling Not even gray, but blank and still In this nothingness, where am I until?

Where was I when I needed me most? Lost in this void, a silent ghost An emptiness that consumes and devours Leaving behind nothing but melancholic hours

For even in this complex, empty state There's a sense of loss, a heavy weight A longing for the emptiness to fade And for a spark of life to be remade

But for now, I'll drift in this void My mind and heart, forever destroyed In this emptiness that is more than a vacuum I'll wait for a glimmer of light to come.

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We dance in the dark Not because we don't want anyone to see But to not see ourselves, to hide the parts that we fear Our eyes wide, closed shut tight So the light can't reach out to us And reveal the flaws and doubts we hold dear

We sway to the rhythm of our fears Lost in the shadows, where no one appears Where we can pretend, this is who we've always been And always will be, safe from within

We keep the truth locked away In the depths of our souls, where demons play For in the light, we fear to see The monsters that have always haunted me

Their claws sharp, their teeth bared Waiting for us to let down our guard To shed our masks and face the truth That we are not invincible, we're just fools

So we dance in the dark, we dance alone Afraid to let our true selves be known But deep down we know, we're just running away From the light that will bring our fears to display

But for now, we'll keep dancing in the dark Hiding our secrets, our flaws, our scars For in this darkness, we feel safe From the monsters waiting for us to open up and face

So let us sway, let us spin In this shroud of darkness, we'll find our kin For in this world of darkness and fear We dance to hide, to disappear.

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Timelines of timelines, Stretching beyond our grasp, Eternity's expansive chimes, Forever in the past.

But also in the future, Parallel to our present, In a timeless sutra, Created by the heavens.

Side by side they run, At right angles to our world, A journey never begun, But always unfurled.

The reality we know, Is just a mere reflection, Of endless timelines that grow, With each new direction.

In this infinite tapestry, Every life is an imitation, Actors in a grand symphony, Of time's endless creation.

And in this endless sea, Of timelines and dreams, We drift in peaceful harmony, To the gentle lullabies of eternity's streams.

So let us bask in the serene, Of timelines and their whims, For we are but a fleeting scene, In an infinite play of timelines.

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Don't cry for me when I am gone When you didn't hear me, see me, know me While I am still with you I am not a means to your end

You will feast on my carcass Washing it down with my last secretions I give you my heart But don't smash it in front of me

I am not just a body to be consumed Not just a collection of flesh and bones I am a complex being With thoughts and feelings of my own

But you only see me as a tool A means to fulfill your selfish desires You take what you want and leave behind The remnants of my shattered soul

I tried to make you understand To see me as more than just a convenient tool But you never cared to hear My voice, my cries, my silent screams

And now with me gone You cry, you weep, you mourn But it's too late, my dear I am no longer here to hear

So don't cry for me when I am gone When you never truly knew me at all I was more than just a body I was a passionate, complex soul

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I wish I knew who I am, A question that haunts my soul, Lost and adrift in this world, Without a clear purpose or role.

I wish I am not you, For then I'd have an identity, But instead, I'm just a shadow, Of the person I used to be.

I wish you are not dead, For then I could have found out, What made you so special, What life was all about.

Because I am dead too, In a sense, without you here, Lost without a guiding light, And consumed by endless fear.

I wish I could turn back time, And know you while you lived, But now all I have are memories, And this emptiness that can't be rid.

I wish I could have told you, How much you meant to me, But now I'm just a shell, Empty and aching, you see.

I wish I could have saved you, From the fate that took you away, But I was too lost in myself, To be there for you every day.

Now I'm left with these wishes, And regrets that will never mend, For I will always wonder, If we could have been more than just friends.

But in death, we are united, And I can feel you close to me, I may not know who I am, But I know that you're a part of me.

So I'll hold onto these memories, And cherish them like gold, For they are all I have left, Of the person I used to know.

In this sea of sorrow, I'll search for a sense of self, Hoping to find my way, As I grieve for you, myself.

But even in this sadness, I'll hold onto a glimmer of hope, That someday I'll know who I am, And find peace with you and cope.

Until then, I'll keep wishing, For things that can never come true, For I wish I knew who I am, And I wish I wasn't just like you

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Wind whistles through trees, A haunting tune it sings, As leaves, once clinging tight, Now dance on autumn's wings.

The forest floor is covered, In a carpet of gold and red, While the wind howls and whips, A fitting song for the dead.

Amidst this symphony, Lies a boy, still and still, His face hidden beneath, The leaves, in a tranquil chill.

Is he sleeping, or is he gone, His body swallowed by the earth, As the wind carries on, With its eerie, lonesome mirth.

The trees whisper secrets, Of this enigmatic scene, As the boy disappears, Beneath the drifts so serene.

A mystery shrouds this place, As the wind continues to blow, Whistling through the trees, And the leaves in graceful flow.

What happened to the boy, Lying so peaceful and still, Is he a part of this forest now, Or just a victim of its thrill?

The wind is the only witness, To the scene in this forgotten wood, As the boy becomes one, With nature's intricate hood.

And so the wind sings on, Through the trees, with its endless sound, A mysterious ode to the boy, In this eerie, enchanting mound.