poem
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My greatest mistake in the world was not believing in myself. I put far too much trust in a system built to destroy me. Society told me to bury my mistakes but I never realized it was literal. I was the mistake that society deemed unworthy so I did what I was told. My mistakes
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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.
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You are someone I can’t understand. Your thoughts go to places where I’m not sure even you can follow. Forgetting the simplest of tasks. Disassociation never looked so good.
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I suppose I should start at the beginning. Hello, my name is…unimportant. Or at least that’s how I feel. I lay in waiting for people I feel I can manipulate. That’s what I tell myself. Constantly calculating every possible outcome. It’s exhausting. And people rarely follow the script. Didn’t they get the memo? Wait, that’s
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The smell of a stranger’s cologne fills my car. It’s the second time this has happened. It reminds me of a lover from a past life. The scent is strong and overpowering. Yet, the person was gentle. Didn’t give me another glance. Never looked into my eyes. Never learned my name. Just how I like
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I am consumed by thoughts that are pulling me in a thousand different directions. Exhaustion is calling my name but sleep never arrives. I feel restless and reckless. I want to take back control because I feel so helpless. Less. I feel it. Less alive. Less than human. Less than myself. No one can save
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I fell in love the first day I met him. It felt natural to love him. Everything about him was beautiful. The problem was that he fell in love with me. I’ve been broken from the start. Old pain creating new. A never ending cycle. Tragic really. To call him my lover is one thing.
Trapped In The Margins 