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My Mother Got Away With It.

I m Left With Her Dying Expectations And Her Many Delusions.

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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.

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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.

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Rotten

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Today’s Status Is :

Drowning In Nostalgia

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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.

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You Said That My Coffee Is Too Sour,

But To Me It Tastes Sweet.

Cherry Red Is The Colour Of My Bruised Knees.

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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

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They Say everything Happens For A Reason

God Knows I tried

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Wannabe Little Coked Up Rockstar

Has Dreams That From Reality Are Far

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They scrutinize our bodies telling us that it needs to be perfect,

Yet if we show it we are whores.

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Tears Falling Like Warm Summer Rain

On My Cold Skin

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Meet Me In That Small Town Bar

Put Your Heart On The Line.

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Bury Me In A Pearl Coffin