#tabaccothoughts

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one thing they never tell you about losing someone / is that you'll never love the same

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i talk to myself

i talk to myself about myself

i never have anything good to say

yet i talk and i talk

every single day

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Having an older brother is horrible

You grow up with them by your side

Carrying your heary and your troubles

As if they were his own

And you do the same back

If you're uncomfortable he's always there

Always, no matter what

And he knows, he always fucking knows

And then one day, suddenly, he's gone

He moves out, and you're left alone

In a house that's suddenly too big for you

With a gaping void, a black hole you once called his room

And out of the blue, you're alone

And you no longer have him besides you

All of a sudden you're to fill the void in the place you once called home

And all you can fill it with

is your troubled thoughts.

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Sleep

I don't want to die

I want to live

I just don't want to live now.

I want to skip years ahead

To a better time

To a better life

To a better me

But I can't

So for now

I'll sleep

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Waves

feelings come in waves, and often times i feel nothing at all

the ocean of feelings retreat into the nothingness of a dull heart

my waves are broken up, by dams built from childhood memories, memories i never got to make

i feel nothing, for the waves are too broken down to reach my soul

i feel nothing, until the moon shines, and the waves rise

and oh may the waves rise high enough to reach the stars so the lost ones can feel once more

feelings come in waves, and tonight, i am drowning

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One day

one day when I was little

suddenly everything was gone

my childhood, my innocence,

nothing left intact

I woke up at night

and I opened my eyes

and I just started crying,

I don't think I ever stopped.

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*Backwards thoughts*

Do you feel the same?

I miss you so much

My body aches for you

And you're all I think about

My stomach hurts when thinking about you

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liking someone

I am afraid of the stronger word

Not afraid to say it about my sports

Or my hobbies

Or my interests

But I'm afraid when it's about you

I'm afraid you'll hate it

I'm afraid you'll missuse it

I'm afraid you'll see me differently

I'm afraid you'll tell your friends

I'm afraid you'll reject it

I'm afraid you'll reject me

More than all of that, I'm afraid you'll return it

I won't be able to stop myself

And I'll fall deeper and deeper into this abyss that is love and vulnerability

I'm afraid that what was once a four letter word will turn into a lifetime of pain and hurt

And then back to a word.