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“Numb”

They forgot to tell you about this stage of grief.

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Rules are: write a title, set a timer for three minutes, and write like mad! Post whatever you come up with, whether it’s turned into a story or not. Feel free to join! (And to tweak a few sentences o...

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It’s better off this way I know it. It’s better off that we don’t see each other or talk to each other. You and I want different things so if we saw each other it’d be bad for both of us. You want no ...

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you move a lot in your sleep the broken breaths and arms adjusting By scoobert-the-doobert https://scoobert-the-doobert.tumblr.com/post/161267609932/you-move-a-lot-in-your-sleep-the-broken-breaths

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“and i knew i had lost. the feelings were hidden so well not even the girl herself could find them. • so she woke up every morning and felt nothing. like a lonely grey cloud surrounded by nothing but ...

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“I’m that typical human whose mind is filled with celestial bodies of the universe; who is not in love with it anyway? I make poems out of the form of constellations that I thought were written in rev...

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An open letter to my mom who never get the chance to know me

You wonder why I am so far away from you. You wonder why I act this way, why I shut myself from the world. You still wonder why you can’t read me, why you can’t predict my every move. Maybe, if you a...

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After a long long time of waiting, you found your way back.

At first I couldn’t believe it,but a part of me was so glad that you finally realize something. Last time, you told me that you’re sorry. For you could not love me like I love you. You told me everyt...

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My mantra inked to my bodyObscured in a dead language.Across my bicepA measure of my strengthMy true endowment.I’ve known pain and ruin.I’ve known wretchedness that taints the soul. The universe has s...

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If I be the needle And also the thread By wanderingworlds https://wanderingworlds.tumblr.com/post/161920241597/if-i-be-the-needle-and-also-the-thread-would-you

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The Reason

“Why do you like me?” She asked, in her soft voice By singlebiteofmemories-blog http://singlebiteofmemories-blog.tumblr.com/post/160770033575/the-reason

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exhaustion

I’m drowning in exhaustion, wishing everything was clear again. I want to close my eyes and disappear until this heaviness is gone. I can barely draw a breath when every movement is swamped by fatigue...

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With you...

There are certain things that only happen to me. It’s really funny to think about it you know… I have always said that I have bad luck. At first I always asked “Why me?” “Why of all the things that co...

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It had been a long day, it was a good thing that there was air conditioning at my job in Starbucks. It was humid outside today and very suffocating. When I woke I was hit with a  suffocating wave of s...

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Being female is not what it is in the media. The beautiful blonde haired goddess going home to her beautiful apartment on the upper west side after a day of work. It’s being touched and groped because...

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Lilting edge of mania bubbling against the tilt of grate and fate alike. It shouldn’t tickle excitement to the tips of her fingers, shouldn’t round the corners and chase the last of her sanity down to...

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