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@poetrygogh
toxic mothers are wild they'll really be like "I never said that" like ma'am yes you did cause it's been ingrained in my head since I was twelve
“the axe forgets but the tree remembers”
my trust issues after someone i needlessly distrusted actually gives me one (1) reason to distrust them
I want to rip my skin ofd
Despite its appearance, the box is spacious enough for two and is quite comfy!📦 It can be nice to take a small break from your troubles for a bit, but it’s always worth it to return to life’s challenges. Life is full of both ups and downs, and we have to get through those downs to experience the ups.
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I would be unstoppable if not for the problems
Everything's so fucked up
Happiness
Every poem I’ve written about you has been angry. I told you I spend so much vilanising you I can’t even tell the difference between what’s real and what’s not. how many of these metaphors have kept me stuck in this victimhood. Passanger once said you’ll only ever know your lover when you let them go and when I last saw you it killed me to admit but you looked so happy. It’s so hard to take accountability, it’s so hard to realise you never really know anybody. There are so many things I’d like to say, but some things are better left unsaid because even if we tried too we’d never get close to the surface of what it is we really want to say, I’ve said so much and still I find myself on a different day with a different poem that always says the exact same thing so maybe I’ll stop writing, maybe I’ll let the silence be enough for the both of us. As a writer it’s important to know when you’re writing yourself your own prison
I really can’t b asked anymore