I'm torn...
I'm so torn.. I don't know what to do.. Is pleasure of today worth pain of tomorrow... I'm so torn.. I love her so much & yet she is going to leave me.. I'm so torn.. I feel the void coming again.. I feel i am about to crumble.. I feel i am going to fall back in my darkness.. I feel safe there.. I'm so torn.. I love her.. Yet i can do nothing to make her stay.. She was never mine.. I gave her my all.. I committed myself to her.. Yet she is going to leave.. I don't know what to do.. I'm so torn.. Why does this keep happening to me? Why did i do to deserve this? Why no one gets to stay? I'm so tired.. I'm so torn.. Why?
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Madison Tyler
Someone someday will definitely stay
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2018-10-14 08:51:13
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Madison Tyler
Nice poem though
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2018-10-14 08:51:22
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alvahmara
Heart breaking
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2018-10-27 09:05:07
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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Черничные пироги, молоко с мёдом. Приходи. Почитаю тебе стихи и раны замажу йодом. Буду исцелять поэтапно все твои трещинки и порезы, даже в твоё заледеневшее сердце, поверь мне, — смело полезу. Повір! Залізу без страху. Без жалю, не боячись. Бо наше розпалене вогнище змушує бути хоч чимось. І тільки не хвилюйся — ми не розчинимось. Ні одне у одному, ні у часі. Мы снова столкнёмся, неспособные противостоять этой связи. Истощенные, но в друг друге, нашедшие дом. Якщо не перше життя, то і не перший том. Не перший різновид мов у моїх віршах. Не найдёшь меня в жизни? Отыщешь во снах. За той дверью, где я нам в пирог добавляю чернику. Приходи. Мне одной без тебя здесь ужасно дико.
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