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Why? Why am I so broken and bitter? Why do I do puck at the hurting wounds till they bleed? Sit there in my thoughts pathetically and miserably.
24/01/25
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I surrender. What makes me inept to love and be loved? No matter how many people come and go, no matter how I try; i always fail. I suppose giving up is all I can do.
24/01/25
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The Observer's Overview
I suppose I'm forever stuck, a mere observer. Watching people love and break; standing there helpless.
You're art to me, suppose all i can do is sit and adore — revel and bask in it, ignore the shattered pieces of my soul. Breakdown the barriers protecting my heart.
Let it smash to smithereens. Let it crush and crush till it powders. Till it flies in the wind, like the ashes of the dead.
24/1/25
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A Heart That Burns of Longing
I'm unsure as to why the sudden change. A day, things normal as they be;
But I wake one day, my brain upside down, my health a mess and thoughts of you amis.
I love you, adore you — cherish you like art. Can't you see my love? How blind are you truly!
I'd build a fire to keep you warm; yet, you prefer someone's half-heated kettle.
Do as you please my dear, but never forget who warms your freezing palms.
24/1/25
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An Ode to Numbers
Numbers have truly hurt me the most as they show the truth for it is; rather than sugar coat and beat around bushes, like the gift of language tends too. There but not quite — is the game that it plays. Numbers will smack you against the head, speak it to you for what it is. Yet, there's a certain comfort in numbers; It's like the ground beneath your feet, keeping you steady whilst everything else whips around in uncertainty.
22/04/26
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'Wait and Your Time Will Come.'
"Wait and your time will come." but I've been thin of patience, quick of tongue — quick to argue, quick to rebuttal, on and on in circles till the words reek of mildew. Waiting and waiting, when will it be time? What time will finally be 'mine'? Will it be when quick is not quick enough? Sharp edges ground to dust? Will I be diluted or the person just as quick? Waiting and waiting, the time will come someday.
17/08/25
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Beauty in the Eyes of the Beholder
the crinkle of your eyes, the mischief and sadness they hide; they peer at me with love — oh, what a delightful sight my love. Your words may say something, but eyes correct you. The way they're dull, looking as though they've lost their hull. You may speak a 100 lies, but it's through your eyes; I can tell what truly lies. The sparkle of joy, the glimmering of laughter– all a reminder of what i love in my life, you and your soulful eyes.
31/7/25
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I can't be the only one who finds partial cloudy weather to be a lover's spat. The sun shining, saying their piece and the clouds saying their's. Creating this odd yet loving symphony.
guess what my lunch was today guys.... ammonia
Okay nigel
"Where am I going? Why is it like this?"
based on a caption my lovely bsf wrote for one of her Insta posts haha
I took a path I stepped upon many moons ago, thought it would remain the same, safe and familiar. Yet, as I assumed the trek was through,
I looked around and wondered too. "Where am I going? Why is it like this?" Paths I once walked upon, knowing the littlest of bumps, made me feel like a stranger wandering about; contemplating, "Where am I going? Why is it like this?"
05/05/25
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An Aspiration for a Friend
I aspire to be your safe space, the person you retreat to in the times of despair, the person you rush to in the times of fun-flair.
let me hug you till the uncaring world drowns out, till it's just me and you. i'd do anything for you, anything you want me too. as long as there's a smile and a quip on your lips; ill be damned.
i want be along side you, cook for you and love you. just want to be your person, your safe space, you place of solemn escape.
22/02/25
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Originality
honestly, no one in this world is truly original. something is a copy of another thing and there's nothing wrong with that. it makes everything more beautiful. think about it for a moment, social media came from the concept of mass media newspapers that came from writers, writers came from the development of human language and language came from the evolution of the pre-historic human. this might not be the most historically accurate, but the point still stands; going by the logic of originality, nothing is original or new. yet there's nothing wrong with that
22/02/25
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I call this one, "The Story of an Unlucky Girl"
courtesy of my notes app!!
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just a little rant from my notes app<3
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Self-Inflicted Pain
why does the sadness stab and comfort? i suppose, what is life if not self-inflicted pain. the how,why,where,when and who we love is controlled; yet we complain. complain it stings hurts and aches. dampening the pain with more sorrows; what is life, if not self-inflicted pain? what is life?
10/2/25
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Nothing Special
you're so nice, why can't you be a prick? why do u care for everyone in the way I care for you? love kindness and passion, wish it was only reserved for me and no one else. why are you so perfect? I'll never be close to who u are, im too much of a prick to come close to it. I like it best when it's me and you; Your spreading of your love to others feels like daggers to my heart, Alas, I'm not something special. at the end of the day, you're the whole galaxy whereas I'm just a black hole destroying everything, nothing but an endless void of nothing.
6/2/25
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She's just a friend
she's just a friend; perhaps my best friend. yet why, why does my adoration run so deep? it baffles me. it terrifies me internally, seeping into my bones clawing at my every thought. I love her, but im unsure as to why and in what way. a deep thinker is what I am, its so usefull yet so useless. maybe I should just shun myself into silence; after all, she's just a friend.
22/01/25
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