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cicada by belle mare i have two weeks left to spare, and i don't know what else to do. i miss being alone in an empty space where disappointment cease to exist and i was at peace then. look at me, am i happy? do i smile genuinely? is my laughter the same as before? if you say yes, you don't really see me, do you? why would you, or anyone? i wouldn't too, there's no time for that. 2016 has been a year of tedious self-discovery, which will continue till fate knocks on my door. to be...

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her love is stacked such as her CD collection of adolescence on her chipped wooden desk her love is foreign like the first two months in a new place a lot were untouched and unfathomable her love is subtle similar to her honeysuckle scent and humour her love comes and goes such as the rain and sunshine she felt too much of it, and decided to tone it down little by little until it is close to nil. she swore she felt it when he came in, in fact, she did because her cheeks were flushed and palms...

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if i close my eyes and were asked about my vision of my own sanctuary, i would instantly see an abundance of records and CDs consist of music that affected my childhood, adolescence and adulthood. two record players, an old-school boombox on a mahogany furniture with records and CDs occupying each storage space below. above it, there will be a big abstract painting contrasting the beige wall, and green plants beside most of my furniture. maybe a muted mustard yellow couch would fit in there somewhere with colourblocking pillows, a settee for the sake of my adolescence (bcs...

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take a deep breath count to five repeat it's all in your head you are in full control no matter what they say your soul is not tainted your brain is not damaged your heart is not dying you are not decaying you do not owe your life to anyone my body may be a cage trapping a curious being from falling into the rabbit hole again and again but there are no barcodes nor scans that could validate my worth debts and the price i have to pay for something that won't last after years with eyes...

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source 5 a.m Do I look okay Do my eyes still sparkle  like supernovas  explosions of kaleidoscope  taunting the weak  are they not bleak Do you notice the lines Darkness embedded below  Does my touch burn like hours under le soleil  didn't your mother tell you it's not good without sunscreen but you adore the idea of a sun kissed skin Am I losing sleep  can you tell by the untamed hair no  it's not a style Have my pillows lost their purpose they're nothing more than memory foams  because lately   recollections of yesteryear amplified  as I lay ...

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source sweaty palms in a gelid atmosphere acceleration of solemn heartbeats emaciated arteries begging to snap reminiscing old tunes what once was how life changed those you have loved missed and hurt patience you have tested empty promises and the sweet nothings. oh, enigmatic blue moon girl stop we are all victims of regret sorrow and loneliness this is how we grow aloneness shouldn't be sad it is invigorating a pathway to maturity supposedly. lift your ponderous crown unveil the mask you've polished there's no use in hiding anymore the universe is yours. ___________________________________________________________ oh, i am merely human,...

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source there is a place in the heart thatwill never be filleda spaceand even during thebest momentsandthe greatest timestimeswe will know itwe will know itmore thaneverthere is a place in the heart thatwill never be filledandwe will waitandwaitin that space. -charles buckowski.  __________________________________________________________ Believe me when I say I have been trying incredibly hard to sleep in the past hour or so but my thoughts are fucking loud I feel like I am buried 6 feet under, suffocating in the midst of incomprehensible voices. I cannot afford to lose composure, and I won't. The mixtures of anger, discomfort,...

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