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Why do I keep looking through phones and ruining my own peace. 🤧
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Rest in peace, my beautiful Ava Marie 🤍
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On to my new dream. ☀️
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The Tortured Poets Department. An anthology of new works that reflect events, opinions and sentiments from a fleeting and fatalistic moment in time - one that was both sensational and sorrowful in equal measure. This period of the author’s life is now over, the chapter closed and boarded up. There is nothing to avenge, no scores to settle once wounds have healed. And upon further reflection, a good number of them turned out to be self-inflicted. This writer is of the firm belief that our tears become holy in the form of ink on a page. Once we have spoken our saddest story, we can be free of it.
And then all that’s left behind is the tortured poetry.
THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT is out now.
https://taylor.lnk.to/thetorturedpoetsdepartment
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God knows that I tried seeing the bright side.
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I dreamed of you, but this time it was a nightmare.
You picked her, again.
There I was, holding onto a connection I believed was sacred.
Heart of glass shattered.
Crystal mind fragmented.
Soul ripped apart.
Smile on my face.
Always.
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