Flower Bed

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What broke me once won't break me twice.

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High and low

Let it go

Losing the grip

Take a sip

Make a scene

Become clean

Start a fight

Not tonight

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The forest calms me, and the music fills me.

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When you've decided to feel better, but can't follow through. Please, it's not a choice??

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Yesterday I wrote down every assignment I had to do. One of them had the status "nonexistent", and after a while I was just doing it, finishing it. Where did that inspiration come from? I don't know, but it sure feels amazing to get shit done.

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I hate winter. I even have to build up courage to glare through the curtains.

Well, then I just stay in bed anyways.

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To do list:

[X] Back off

[X] Fuck off

[--] Feelings; switch off

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Sometimes I get so disappointed with myself, but in fact I know I SHOULD be proud.

Fun fact: I'm not.

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When you're in a stressful period, it's such a relief when you've actually taken time to get things done.

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It's not me that's tired, it's my soul. This numbing tiredness wraps around me. Just like the motivation did, that you stole. My soul needs rest now, can you see?

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I try to be the glue, and I'm getting teared apart because of it. I can't let all the tragedies of the world rest on my shoulders. The burden is too heavy, I think I need to lose some weight.

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Complex thoughts take complex minds, which is not always a blessing.

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Reading is hard sometimes, because all I want is the feeling of making it to the end.

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We both changed As we grew older You grew in my eyes I got lost in yours As the time changed We grew apart As we grew We grew up together

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I always seem to find most of my motivation in the small things. Just by thinking of a magical sunset, or imagining the nature makes my head and heart lighter. By recalling those scents from that happy moment, or thinking of the people I love. That’s what inspires me. That’s what keeps me going.

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My heart is a graveyard Where I buried you My cold hand are still holding yours When I buried you I buried us But I'm still hoping For our time to come

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Did you tell her all of your praises? Did you show her all of your love? Did you give her all of your heart? Did you tell her all of your lies? Did you take all of her love? Did you break all of her heart?