Poetry
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recovery is a tricky word for me. it means that i am no longer the person that I was. isn’t this what I wanted? i don’t know who I am without my demons. I can’t remember a time when I wasn’t battling something. what do I do without something to fight against? when does I
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I don’t know what’s more twisted, my dear. The fact that I let you go Or The fact that you keep coming back. Maybe I’m the one that returns But Only in moments of weakness Like This one.
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I am not as strong. I have to be sure. To describe my feelings Toward you. Dear future me, you’ve got a storm coming.
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Yesterday was the end of an era. I got my clean slate after all. I am done digging up skeletons. I will put this shovel to good use. It’s time to plant some trees and flowers. The world could use some more beauty Instead of madness.
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It’s already begun. The change is coming But I cannot stop it. I have two choices Accept my fate or forgo it.
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There’s a madness in you that matches the madness in me. It took too long to see; It took to long for us to be. Patience was never my virtue. Love was never my strength. Sadness and loneliness bombarded my soul. To the point where I had nowhere to go. Where do you go when the world
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I had gasoline in my veins You were the match that lit my soul ablaze There were bridges to burn Leaving old lovers in exile There’s a special place for people like you and me A place where ne’er do wells and misfits play Trapped behind trellises and chain link fences Chicken wire and cement
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Running on the wind to the sunrise To forget how the moonlight shines in your eyes Waiting for those feelings to subside So it no longer feels like death inside my soul My breath gets caught on every word My heart gets caught with every beat I still feel you inside of me It still
Trapped In The Margins 