Unleash the darkness
Sometimes all I want is to unleash the darkness in me.. Holding on so much pain is exhausting.. No one understands, no one seems to care.. No one to talk about it to.. How long should I stay in my misery.. I'm told I seem like someone who has her shits together.. If they knew how much willpower it takes to pretend I do.. I'm so tired of that void consuming me day in day out.. I want to be set free.. Free from caring,free from loving, free from giving a shit about anyone.. Be one with my darkness.. If I'm not meant for love, power it shall be..
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sje_107
Good one. I wish to come back this platform to read poems again. But I am hospitalized now.
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2020-02-04 01:27:28
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Ruqayyah Jkh
@sje_107 oh what happened dear??
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2020-02-04 17:15:53
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sje_107
@Ruqayyah Jkh I have sickle cell anemia
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2020-02-06 16:02:09
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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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