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3 years later all my poems are still about you
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maybe anticipation of the threat is punishment enough
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defining a dead thing
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pro tip from myself to myself: you can’t hate yourself into becoming a better person
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I got into college and the world didn’t collapse.
I still feel as though I am conning everyone into loving me, they don’t know and I don’t know how to make them see. Waking up wanting to be better feels like living a lie to everyone who already believes you are good. What if you are wrong, how do I make you see. I don’t want to lie to you. Do I deserve the good you see? the good in you?
I feel as though I am tricking you, let me confess everything to you, let me show you. Why won’t you see?
You’re no god and I know i’m not at confession.
I’m afraid of this lie you see in me.
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i love looking up my symptoms and seeing “most commonly triggered by stress” every. single. time.
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sometimes healing your inner child looks like dying your hair the same as your favourite monster high character

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you’ve got to leave the past in a place you consider safe, only then can we move forward
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draft of something that could be
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OH MY GOD I KEEP PULLING THE CHARIOT AND IT IS NUMBER 7 IN THE ARCANA
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Been seeing 777 everywhere, 77 too, lost a cucumber and found it by a car with a license plate of 222, found the 7 of hearts card at 22:22
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grief has a way of following you around like a starved dog
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just a cute little fact but august 1st is also designated as the universal birthday for shelter dogs whose actual birthdays are unknown
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Happy August friends !!
Goals for the month ahead
• Finish two books
• Yoga everyday (even slug days)
• learn to make açai bowls
• tell someone you love them everyday
• complete a creative project
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yoga session so good i started to cry
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I remember waking up shouting that first time in front of you. First time in front of anybody but god. Embarassing. The kind of thing that gets me mistaken for wounded. I'm not. Anyway. Thought i was over that but turns out unfamiliar places and not drinking enough trigger it. You screamed, too, scared. I didn't mean to scare you. Didn't mean to make you think you had to put your weight into me when you needed it for yourself. It was quiet for a minute after that until you started talking about babies or something. I wasnt really listening, although i heard your lungs, your heart. Your talent is changing the subject and mine is pretending there isn't one. I knew what you thought you could do. Knew you couldn't and that there was no point in saying so. Probably should've thanked you for trying. Oh well.
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