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Healing can come

None but you
Can love you
Better than you
However Angels have wings
That can...

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The mask I wear...

The mask I wear...

Hello! Just quick message, don't worry I'm fine in the poem it's just some kept thoughts in my brain, don'...

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Bitter

Hate This Feeling

Bitter

They keep just coming to me! Not meant to offend and isn't directed at anyone, just the words that come...

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“Good Fish”

(Self-Reflection – 1)

“Good Fish”

I have no intention.
Of getting a mention.
To receive a shiny star.
Or looks from afar...

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Little Lucinda ?

Little Lucinda ?

“Mammy can I help you with your chores?” as little Lucinda empties all her drawers.. Petticoats, socks and...

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Troubled Waters (Questions)

A Third Rant

Troubled Waters (Questions)

A quiet whisper once said to me,
That there was nothing to fear, nothing to hide,
I chuckled...

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An Outlet

An Outlet

Rain pouring out of my tear ducts.
Drowin’ in my own self,
Overthinking slowly drowning me to...

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Too many shoes to choose ?

Too many shoes to choose ?

Stilettos, flats or flip flops which shoes will I choose
Well I guess perhaps those knee length...

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Thinking In Words

Thinking In Words

Words can do many things,
tear you down, make you fall.
Words can make people hate you,...

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help

help

so many things are running around my brain,

questions like should i stay or run away,

so...

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ONE OF THOSE PARTIES

It's one of those parties I don't want to go
Where boring people will be on show
They will...

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End Of The

End Of The

Suffocating and trapped
Unable to breathe
Trying to escape the darkness
But the exit...

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Stand Alone

I Don't Need Your Help

Stand Alone

I fucking hate the way I am,
Broken, beyond repair.
But what hurts the most:
No one...

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PANIC

PANIC

Needles
piercing
my inner thigh
a nausea wave
in my belly
a hundred...