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it's been a long time coming
my shields are breaking down
exposing all the inner sides of me
am I losing my sanity?
or have I re-entered society?
wheres the do or die menatilty?
My whole fabric of being
is unraveling
feels like my soul has returned
after a thousand miles of traveling
Yet cant fully believe in the hope thats inside of me
fear rattles me
will it leave me once again?
in the end all i'm left with is belief
that theres another side of me
I have yet to discover
A hero who strives to accomplish everything
till the angels start to sing
even then hope is the key
for a new me to form
changing my reality
improving my mentality
regaining my sanity
threading my new self until i love myself
when my heart is no longer exposed
but open
my shields are breaking down
exposing all the inner sides of me
am I losing my sanity?
or have I re-entered society?
wheres the do or die menatilty?
My whole fabric of being
is unraveling
feels like my soul has returned
after a thousand miles of traveling
Yet cant fully believe in the hope thats inside of me
fear rattles me
will it leave me once again?
in the end all i'm left with is belief
that theres another side of me
I have yet to discover
A hero who strives to accomplish everything
till the angels start to sing
even then hope is the key
for a new me to form
changing my reality
improving my mentality
regaining my sanity
threading my new self until i love myself
when my heart is no longer exposed
but open
Literature
Disorder.
Wait, what have I done to myself?
It's like I took my fucking life and put it on a bookshelf.
Everything has gotten so out of control,
how can I keep living in this hellhole?
Worst of all, I can't even see an end to all of this,
it's just one big damn black abyss.
There's just so much pain,
so much that it's hard to contain.
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Sunset wraps up the day in ribbons and bows
And we watch another page torn from the calendar of our lives.
Hearts measure time not of clocks, but anothe rythm,
More like surf, or the beating of wings.
With a cold wind in my face I think of
The beauty in loss, and the bitterness in gain.
I think,
Jasmine tea,
Don't you?
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That word
One word.
That word.
You threw that word at me
Aimed with precision
To take full control.
You knew.
Which word.
Would vanquish my spirit,
Two syllables pierced
My worth and my whole.
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