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It's eleven to five in the morning.
The dread has lasted through the night.
I fear the mourn
Will come to fast,
But I also fear
That the night will never end.
Because I can't be myself
When I'm around others,
But I'm terrified
Of being alone with myself.
The dread has lasted through the night.
I fear the mourn
Will come to fast,
But I also fear
That the night will never end.
Because I can't be myself
When I'm around others,
But I'm terrified
Of being alone with myself.
Literature
Think
Do you ever think sbout me?
Do I ever cross your mind at all?
After all we've been through, do I ever cross your mind?
I don't think I deserve to after
After everything that has happened
But I just want to know....
And I know I've messed up
More than that, I messed up really bad
I don't think you can ever forgive me
I don't expect you too
I never did
But I wish you would
And maybe you have
Maybe you haven't
I don't know
I'm afraid
I'm afraid about what might happen
I still have everything you gave to me
I know you probably don't
I bet you destroyed everything
Everything I gave you
But I guess I'm just sentamental
I don'
Literature
Anonymity
Confusion.
Forgotten access
memories of another person
another year
another moment
in time.
Literature
Heliolatry
Yesterday i attempted to find the means to express my feelings to you,
to describe the way it feels when your hair curls round your head
like thorns thatching itself upon sleeping beauty's castle,
how when your eyes lock onto mine i wish i could throw the key away.
And your voice is mellifluous,
like birds chirping at sunrise, my day hasn't started until i've heard your call,
and you're the sun;
the world tipping and singing to your every rise and fall-
But despite the million sentiments and more i send to you,
none define the faultless paradigm you are
or my nonsensical rapture towards your spirit,
but there's no need for any explanation
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I used to feel like that when I was living in a camper with my mom. Now that I'm around people, I don't have to worry about that. Great poem, by the way!