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This bad feeling that grows

Every day

It will get worse

Every day

And when you think the end has come

That's when it gets better

And then it comes back

But not like the first time

The second time is different

Because this time

I'm ready

And I know that the end

Is actually

A new beginning

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Even if you don't know

Even if I don't tell you

I'll stay close to you

I need you

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I don't mind loving some things

On my own

As long as they take me far away

I'm fine

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This resentment feels like

A dry stain

It's still here

But not like it was before

You can understand the words

But you don't understand the depth

Of them

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I make everyone around me unhappy, don't I?

Everyone is unhappy because they depend on my love

And I have more love to give

So I try to go in another direction

To think about something else

To silence

Those hurtful voices

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You bring smiles to my face

In the most unexpected moments

When I need them most

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I really want to fall apart now

And rebuild myself

Put together

Piece by piece

But first I would need to

Break

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So many opportunities were in my hand and I let go. If I had held on tighter, I would have lived.

So many right thoughts that I didn't give voice to, for fear of ruining them. Dreams. Now I live them in the safest place. Inside my head, where I never want to leave, where everything is possible. How sad.

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You fall waiting until it's too late

You'll wait to be saved

Pain has a bitter taste

That became pleasurable

Over time

And you fall pushing everyone away until

You're alone

And it'll be too late

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Being full of pain

Being so disconnected from yourself

And the others around you

That opens a bigger hole inside your chest

A black hole

That sucks all the light

And distorts

Leads you to dangerous uncertainties

Kills you

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I let go of so many things

That I don't even remember them anymore

Things that were born in me

Things that became rooted

Things that fell like dead leaves

Dead memories

And not watered

At least not the right memories

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Roses and thorns

Gnarled horns

Moon and stars

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A poem is something so intimate

It was made for me, and for you, and for everyone

But I feel that some poems

Were made

Especially for me

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I find myself in books a lot. It seems like they are pieces of me, pieces that I can't see clearly, but when I read them, I understand.

It seems like they talk to me, telling me to be strong, and at first I even tried. The words got inside me and seemed to make changes, but it only seemed that way. After a while, the words no longer had any effect. Like a pill. At first, I was addicted to them. Then a different effect appeared, in fact, there was no effect at all.

I don't like anything I write. Nothing. Not a single part.

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This poem is dedicated to you

Who likes happy endings

Even if you don't believe in them

Who likes to hear about

Romantic love

Even if you've never experienced it

Who marks each verse of a story

Who talks about how you feel

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Like a body divided in two

There is a side of me that is fallen

Tired

And ready to give up

And the other side

Strong

Ready to fight

Resilient

And firmly holding the other side

Two in one

One side totally imperfect

And the other side with its beautiful features

Ready to fall and fight

Divided in two

One won't let go of the other

Two in one

That complete each other

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Hit me

Hurt me

Make me feel something

Make my heart race with something

Even if it's fear

That thrill of the possibility of having you

Is stronger than having you around forever

Pain is...

It's skin and bones

You can see the ribs under the skin

With ease.

Stained by the horrors seen and heard

Hunger is the punishment

Food tastes like ash

When it touches your tongue

It makes you choke

And when it reaches your stomach

It burns

Like acid

But after a while

You get used to it

You're capable of getting used to anything

You just don't know it yet