WALKWITHLUNE
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Category: Writing
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When you promised me Tomorrow And tomorrow never came.
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My thoughts are constantly racing. There’s a quarantine in my throat.Nothing slips through the cracks. I’m quiet most of the timeBut my thoughts are L O U DMy mind is always screaming.I don’t know where to start. My words get frozen in these swollen lungs.
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I think I was meant to fall apart from the start.And I’ve been trying to collect my pieces. I can see your light has been fading.Your hands have been shredded to the core;Keeping my dark at bay. I’m sorry for the mess I made with all the shards of my pain.I never meant to hurt…
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I’ve constantly given pieces of myself to people so they would feel more whole. Now I don’t know what’s left of me Other than someone who promises to stay and internally fades away.
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They called us bent, but never left it up to ourselves to clarify if we were broken. They left with a pat on the back, walking away as we balanced the world on our shoulders. The cracks in our surface spreading until shards began to fall and shatter on the floor. Of course we watched…
WALKWITHLUNE 