relationships
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Desperate to be loved, by someone, by anyone Willing to play mind games, hoping the most fragile part of you won’t be broken. Thinking love is a game to be played and people are not human, Just conquests meant to be conquered and nothing more. Traveling to the ends of the earth for someone that…
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We’re good at breaking each other’s heart Sadness overpowered us from the start Doomed to repeat the same mistakes Doing whatever it takes To keep going, living, trying Even though, every breath feels like I’m dying It’s unfair to keep going like this I didn’t even realize that I left a part of me with…
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I will always love you and I don’t know why. Our lives ran parallel for so long until they diverged. I wish that it might have been different. Honestly, I wish that our paths never crossed. These are words that I can never say to you because I’m afraid. Afraid to leave you more broken…
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Your love so took me Surprise is not the right word It felt like kismet
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Heavy are the hands That hold time, for they are doomed To break from the pressure Written 12/7/16
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I’ve forgotten how it feels like to dream with my eyes closed To place my head on a pillow and slowly drift off to a palace of dreams To feel the overwhelming peace of drifting off to a time and place that’s quickly forgotten once I open my eyes I’ve forgotten how it feels to…
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My definition of home has evolved over time. Home was New York, plain and simple. There was no other place like it for me. There was only one New York – always imitated but never duplicated. I know that many New Yorkers feel the same way. Our hometown pride is the reason that we’re called […]…
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Someone said to me, It is so bad for your heart But good for your art
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I hate you. Plain and simple, isn’t it? No, because nothing is ever plain or simple. This deeply rooted hate stems from a place of even greater love. A love that was ruined by a revelation. A revelation that involved an adulterous affair and a child born out of wedlock. The signs were there all…
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We haven’t spoken in a while. Yet every time we speak it’s the same conversation. I miss you. I miss you too. Are we going to meet up soon? Definitely. And then the conversation goes cold. When do we stop fooling ourselves? There’s no point in chasing phantoms, only to trip on memories.
