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Nurture
There is a pit inside of me
A deep, dark abyss where the negative thoughts grow
“I will fail”
“I cannot do this”
That is why
When I look at you, there is pain behind my eyes
Bleeding onto my cheeks
Staining all that surrounds me
This bubble of safety
Does not always contain it
This is what high functioning looks like
From afar, it is well co...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 8:57 pm
Silent Prayers; Delicately Heard
I think
I might like you
I think to myself on late night lonely trains
Watching the city lights fade into the distance and wishing
If only you were here to see it, too
There are worse people to adore than your best friend
Worse people to know everything about you
and you of them
I know you
Moments you regret
Private jokes and unspoken secrets
At o...
Tuesday 12th November 2019 8:40 am
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