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dear body, i'm so sorry.dear heart,dear body, i'm so sorry.
rest easy tonight, i fear it's only going to get worse after this. i'm sorry things between us and the world didn't work out as well as i had planned. and as long as you keep pumping that blood through my veins i'll keep you alive even if it costs me my sanity, because we both deserve more than this.
dear lungs,
sometimes i wish you would breathe deeper and easier, but then i remember your asphyxiation is my own fault not yours, because i am the one who is choking you with cigarette smoke and memories. i am the one contaminating your flesh with things that could easily kill us both.
dear e
i'm not her.Your screams are getting louder as you tell me just how much you wish I wasn’t like her; that every time you look into my eyes you wish you weren’ti'm not her.
reminded of the heartache she caused you.
And everytime this happens, it only reminds me
of the way you treated her- and I’ll try to open my
mouth to yell, but nothing will come out except my
choked breaths and a fresh downpour of tears.
You weren’t what she neither needed nor wanted,
and it’s not my fault that I don’t want either of you,
anymore.
I’m sorry I
you'll be something amazing.He is only but a mere boy stuck in the midst of a raging war; only life he’s known is based on lies, alcohol and make believe I love you’s. The battalions have been drawn and set alight, and this poor boy is trying to douse the fire with his acidic tears.you'll be something amazing.
He is only the little child too young, too naive to understand what is truly happening. He doesn’t understand why mummy loves a bottle more than him or why daddy is never around anymore. He doesn’t understand the arguments of combat. He doesn’t know how to fix this.
He’s the little boy that doesn’t eat his vegeta
the things you never saidSend me all the things you’ve never said in post-it-note filled envelopes and seal it with the kiss I only got to experience once. Tell me what makes her better than I am, other than her rainbow green eyes and her never-ending legs. Let me know just why I was left for dead and why you never told me what I wanted to hear.the things you never said
Show me how to sew with heartstrings and let me keep the scars hidden until I’m ready for you to see every last one of them. Share your secrets with me; I promise I’ll keep them just as well as I keep my own. Wipe away my tears and whisper assurances until I can breathe witho
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when i look in the mirror.one. things you touch turn silent.when i look in the mirror.
hearts can be blacked, burnt, ashy - but you take the ashes and burn, burn, burn them until there's only a memory left, a memory that's all edges and icicles.
you leave me cold, empty and
i don't want to breathe anymore.
two. 'darling, you would do well to remember-
you can't have a light at the end of the tunnel if you have no tunnel.
darling, you would do well to remember -
you are not empty. you are not empty. [it's still hurting, after all. it's still hurting and you don't want to li
sunshine.before, she would look at the stars and wonder if her someone was out there, somewhere, looking at the same ones. she'd dream of magic and flying and wishes that come true. she'd say tomorrow will be better, tomorrow will be better. and she hoped it would be.sunshine.
silence didn't scare her back then. see, she was too busy looking at the clouds and comets to worry about the imperfections and the dangers of flying.
open doors didn't remind her of people leaving. they just reminded her of chances, risks worth taking. her heart sang a lullaby filled of hope and happiness and learning how to stand again, learning how
fallenThe first time I fell for you, I went gracefully, flying through the skies like a shooting star Landing amongst the purest of clouds (But they were only imitations, I realised, and I fell back down to earth). The second time I fell for you, I searched for the wings you gave me; they were tattered and torn Though, I convinced myself they could still glide through the strongest of winds (But they only fell apart even more, and with one little breeze I was swept away).fallen
The third time I fell for you, I dropped silently, and grasped at every parachute I could find. Eve
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and i've tried hard to prove that i am strong.
julia nunes
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i am, i am, iam.
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and i've tried hard to prove that i am strong.
julia nunes
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