Tag: writing on the wall
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Poem of thought 69
It’s 2 in the morning After the drinks my words are slurring All of a sudden my mind is racing I don’t know what these demons are I’m chasing I am the definition of a drunken Insomniac I guess now is the best time to see where my mind is at These words I choose…
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Are We All BiPolar?
I think I am fucking bipolar. I haven’t been clinically diagnosed but it recently dawned on me… One minute, I’m manic and overjoy Then the next, I hate the fucking world.| Now don’t worry about me, I’m fully functional and all. I just think there’s a tiny misfire somewhere in my head. Is this a…
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Afterwards
Right about now… That statement, that moment when you’re thinking about the other person wondering if they’re thinking about you… You’ve been hurt, angered and hurt again… The sheer thought of being ok shreds your heart to pieces. And then all of the dust settles, the shock has settled in…you find yourself at a moment…
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When it’s gone…it’s…gone
I should’ve cried my heart out now that you’re gone. But I am a dry wasteland inside after so much you’ve done I’ve been here before so many times for the same crime Of loving fully someone not worth my space & time Am I full of regrets? Perhaps, maybe But I am equally tired…
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I’m ok… No really I’M NOT OK
Are you stressed? Are you at your wits end? Are you unhappy? Are you unjustified? Well you are not alone…whether you suck at time management, love, relationships, money or heck even school… You are like the thousands if not millions whose stress levels and blood pressure are through the roof! Well I am no…
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