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It is a cruel thing. It speeds everything up. Everything becomes of utmost importance. There’s too much to think about Yet too little time. But you must act. Because everything falls apart when you don’t. But you can’t do anything. Paralyzed by fear. Tears become an ocean. Thoughts become heavy. Like cinder blocks tied to
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The moon knew before I did How I really felt about him. Casting him in its light I saw something that I’ve never seen before I saw the truth in its rarest form I saw a man so passionate about something that it radiated from his skin His words were filled with wonder and awe
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There’s a bittersweet feeling that fills my chest. My lungs collapse and I feel every single breath. It’s the words of a man who claims to be a lover. A lover that I don’t want. A lover that I need. His proposition terrifies me. It hasn’t even been a month since my forever love fell
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I seek comfort in A garden that will not grow A place where love dies.
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A mistake from the past has returned to haunt me. And you’re the one I want to turn to. The one that could make things right with their presence. I searched for something to ground me. The voicemail I refuse to delete. Your voice was full of concern or so I thought. Really it was
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I didn’t like what I created. I was given the gift of another’s heart But I decided to chip away at it slowly. Insecurities permeated every facet of my being. All I could do was leave. But I couldn’t. So I poured the poison filling my mind into the heart of my love. He stood
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The “love of my life” walked out on me. During a moment of great need. The coward. Protecting himself was always his strong suit. I never mattered anyway. Another man tiptoed into my life. But he was an imperfect copy of my love. There were only pieces of what made me fall in love with
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I want to go back to the beginning. Back to when things were new. Every experience felt like paradise. I was consumed by the joy of the moment You were truly an escape. A love to get lost in and with. The fantasy of a mundane life. The person I wanted to come home to
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I loved you from the day I met you And that was my fault. I was running from a phantom Of a person I never really knew. I thought that this could be my tabula rasa. Prayed for a clean slate. Experienced new things. The highs were too great. I couldn’t handle the pressure. Things
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The feelings have returned after a long night. A phone call recounting events of the year gone by. The memory of a tragic incident has crept into my bones. I’m not okay. Remember me as who I was before it happened.
Trapped In The Margins 