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Thrown over the cliff
by a billion what ifs,
because I simply couldn't be sure.
A shadow of doubt
was still lurking about
and had rendered me too insecure.
Grasping for certainty,
scared of what could be.
I'm rapidly turning obsessed.
I just need to know
how it's going to go.
Maybe then I'll be able to rest.
by a billion what ifs,
because I simply couldn't be sure.
A shadow of doubt
was still lurking about
and had rendered me too insecure.
Grasping for certainty,
scared of what could be.
I'm rapidly turning obsessed.
I just need to know
how it's going to go.
Maybe then I'll be able to rest.
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It Is Hope
Dollar signs swarm like wasps,
Threaten to sting from all directions.
They thicken, become the fog of depression,
The choking, crippling fog, threatening to solidify,
Become the dark abyss, the place knowledge fails
to picture out of pure terror.
But then, a spark.
Will it ignite?
What is it?
Employment? Success?
Happiness?
It is these things and more, yet it is not.
It is hope.
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nothing more
He likes girls who slowly break him
give him bruises
internal scars and memories
tear marked pillows
She likes guys who are a challenge
give her goosebumps
something to think about before sleep
anxious sigh
He likes girls who laugh at his expense
have quirky smiles
cute giggles and sparkly eyes
a good audience
She likes guys who keep their distance
have time alone
stay away, no thing as authentic comfort
'danger, keep away'
He likes girls who teach him about love
it doesn't exist
authentic love is just an idea
and nothing more
She likes guys who don't say the 'l' word
she has said
"your love is fickle."
and nothing mor
Literature
Depression
Life always given. Death taken.
Strings of red, connected to each body.
Love lost, beauty fading from my life. We were connected by the red string. A tare, a cut, a death.
The red string of fate
Cut
Torn
Shredded
Disposed
All means the same
Death
.
.
.
Lost
Pain
Fear
Envy
Greed
Wrath
Pride
Sloth
Lust
Gluttony
All sins of humanity bubbling up inside of my darkness. Hands like claws. Eyes as mannequins. Fangs like daggers. Always watching. Laughing at me. Sneering, grinning. Pushing you down…down…down into a hole. Alone with nothing. You smile but they rip off your mouth. Blood dipping down your cold skin. They pop out y
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Oh I think we all go through this at sometime in our lives. I used to say I can´t decide if I´m indecisive or not ........... I wish you clarity .