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The wreck 9/30/25

The feeling.

The sound.

As my heart hits the ground.

Time going slower.

Why do I feel so much lower.

Connected as I disconnect.

Why am I such a wreck?

The wreck is true.

But it doesn’t have to be black and blue.

The wreck is you.

Within you know it’s true.

The wreck is beautiful.

As are you.

So let the time go past.

Don’t let it leave your grasp.

Don’t just walk past.

Make it last.

As it’s true, it’s just you…

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Oh the fire 8/26/25

Part.1

Why are you so cold?

Did you have no where to go?

Was this a warm safe place?

Then why do I feel so out of place, this fire is bright but what if I wanted to embrace it.

Could you face it.

Is that why i chase it?

To have it all.

To be consumed fully?

I am the fire.

Part.2

Why are you so cold?

Was this the only place for you to go?

Warm like a fire my heart is.

But I can’t let you in.

You’re to cold, frigid and rigid

This benevolence cannot be mistaken, for the fire that was once up for the taking.

It burns to bright to be extinguished.

This fire in me won’t be relinquished.

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Another beat 9/30/25

The love I give is yours to keep.

but be careful going to deep.

the love I give is kind and pure.

But at some point you can’t take no more.

No more sweet no more peace.

Was I never yours to keep.

Or was it you not for the taking.

Oh how im so tired of waiting.

Wheres the sweet peace my heart yearns to keep.

Was it fading with every beat.

Another beat from a heart so pure.

But no one deserves it anymore.

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Fall in love with yourself, get lost in it. Like you’d get lost trying to love someone else.

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Go back 5/29/25

I’m alone.

Consider me just a pile of bones.

Stuck in my head.

Where nothings at.

Wish I could go back.

Back to before.

Before I was born.

That’s the darkness I want.

I want to be unborn.

Unhurt and unharmed.

Unknown.

I’m just a pile of bones

Bones that need to be buried deep.

So deep I can’t speak.

Speak to the bugs that pick at my skin.

Speak to the monster that’s deep within.

Burry it all where it can’t come back.

Burry me so I can go back.

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Mourning 5/29/25

Mourning not the dead, but what once was.

That glimpse of hope running out the door.

You following behind to catch it.

Just to get hit by it on the way out.

Mourning the living.

Something you know you’ll never get back.

Something that sparked a flame in you.

Feels put out.

It’s cold.

All alone.

No one to hold you close.

To comfort you and tell you everything’s okay.

It seems everything is fading away.

Mourning the memories.

The feeling.

The warmth.

It’s colds now.

Freezing even.

Your alone.

No more.

Please no more I’m tired and cold, it’s so alone.

Alone in this room I sit mourning not the dead but the fire that was lit.

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those memories are yours to keep,

because after all this time I don’t want them anymore.

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Is it fair for a girl to go for the balls in a fight with a guy? Have you ever kicked a guy there?

wouldn’t you like to know weather boy

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