

Within You I DwellWithin your shadow I seem to dwellWithin You I Dwell
In this sorrow lies a fiery hell
This torment that I endure
Everyday a living battle
The push the pull, my heart does rattle
Why?
Cant I live as I did before
No agony and hope
For things once more?
If he never existed it would suffice
To end this yearning
Of things behind
I weep for me
My broken heart
It mends but the pieces have gone missing
Still in a past that will shun me forever
My mind is reeling &


AgainRepetitive. In this monotony. Its a cycle, I think. Its consuming and it holds. Ever so tightly. Not letting go. How many words can be used to describe this? A feeling I try to hide from myself. I'm out in the open buried in flesh. The skin merely covering the part of me that has left. So I am standing here. Not understanding this fear. It holds me ever so tightly its suffocating while its enticing. Repetitive. In this monotony. Breathe and think. Stop and feel. Notice what's left of whatever's real. Breathe. Think. Stop. Feel. Monotonous? Perhaps. It suddenly repeats.... And this is how my mind works.Again
Send This To All Your DEVFriends, And Me If I Am 1.
If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!
1-3 you're a bad DEVfriend
4-6 you're an ok DEVfriend
7-9 you're a good DEVfriend
10-& Up you're a great DEVfriend
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In the end it is the imperfections that make it art.
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You know you wanna..
GRAB THE TOAST BEFORE HE EATS IT
(Seriously, the toast is clickable)
Adoration THANK U SO MUCH UR THE FIRST FAVORITE I VE GOTTEN
I LOVE UR POEMS
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will you remeber mewhen you walk away
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In the end it is the imperfections that make it art.
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"and it is in this that i say good day to you"
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