Prison of problems/тюрьма проблем
I spent that one night,being free of the prison of my problems.One night,to feel free for once in my life.My perfect family,with a reckless pair of reckless twins.I look at her,and I see a reflection of myself.I am the shadow,I am the copy of the original.I always felt different,I always felt like I was far from the way she was.I see the way they look at her,proud and worthy.I see the way their eyes pierce into my soul,I see the way they look at me worthless and disappointed.Its hard to live up to that,but I don't have to live up to everyone expectations of how I "should" act.I sit there alone and free,but then I realise it's okay to be me. Lillian xx
2020-06-01 21:02:03
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Vinay Deshlahare
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2020-06-04 17:36:31
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@shadowlinxxx morgan thank you very much Lillian 💕💞
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2020-06-05 14:08:18
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@POET UNKNOWN 😊💖
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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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