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My Mother Got Away With It.
I m Left With Her Dying Expectations And Her Many Delusions.
Blogging while being on a train from the capital city of my country to my home town is another kind of weird feeling.
Time to reflect I guess.
Listening to Ella Fitzgerald and classics.
M
Anticipating summertime,
Days getting longer, sun shining brighter sticky memories hurting my spine.
I wish for rain washing my soul drowning the sorrows of my melancholic heart.
A cigarette, a glass of wine.
Rotten
Todayβs Status Is :
Drowning In Nostalgia
I am united with others in grief, but I won't let my past be known.
My pain is something I treasure and keep hidden from the prying eyes and judgment of others. I often revisit it in the safety of my mind's darkest corners, where it is cold, dark, and deceiving, yet somehow comforting, mesmerizing, beautiful.
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My Eyes Deceive Me, Only Finding Beauty In Sadness.
You Said That My Coffee Is Too Sour,
But To Me It Tastes Sweet.
Cherry Red Is The Colour Of My Bruised Knees.
How Summer Makes Me Feel
It Reminds Me Of Grief
It Used To Be Like You Warm And Comforting
It Used to Make My Tears Disappear
They Say everything Happens For A Reason
God Knows I tried
Wannabe Little Coked Up Rockstar
Has Dreams That From Reality Are Far
They scrutinize our bodies telling us that it needs to be perfect,
Yet if we show it we are whores.
Tears Falling Like Warm Summer Rain
On My Cold Skin
Meet Me In That Small Town Bar
Put Your Heart On The Line.
Bury Me In A Pearl Coffin