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  • mysocalledthoughts 6h

    I found the way out
    For the first time in years
    After learning the truth that;
    You had your back against my happiness
    To subdue me a little while longer.
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  • mysocalledthoughts 1d

    I wield nothing but silence to cure my aching soul.
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  • mysocalledthoughts 2d

    The edge is calling
    In its sweet melodic beat
    Beckoning me to come closer
    So we can finally meet
    I often approach a little too
    keen to meet my maker
    and rest in peace.
    ©mysocalledthoughts

  • mysocalledthoughts 3d

    I can't
    unsee this
    ugly state;
    No matter how
    much I scrub it
    doesn't fade away.
    ©mysocalledthoughts

  • mysocalledthoughts 1w

    Broken, battered, soulless but still home.
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  • mysocalledthoughts 1w

    This soul of mine wants
    to reap; the lingering sadness
    willing to put me in eternal sleep.
    ©mysocalledthoughts

  • mysocalledthoughts 1w

    I'm scared of commitment.
    If I'm being honest with myself I'm scared of everything.
    There is nothing in the world that doesn't scare me so keeping to myself is my only way to defend from the unknown.
    It does come off as silly if I do ever think of it a little too long but it's my reality.
    Failure for one is underlined in red as well as disappointment so much that I might as well call my entire life up until now a blanket with a few patches of rebelliousness attempted in the past.
    Now I feel as though I'm hollow, a dried up mummy with nothing to offer but a fake smile and puffy eyes. I aim to please every living being but myself.
    As sad as it sounds I don't know why I do so but I do in such an unexplainable way you'd think its forced when it's not. I've never felt this sense of freedom anywhere other than when I write.
    When the boundaries I create as well as others fade away into nothingness and its only then I sense everything differently until the pen either runs out of ink or my thoughts are interrupted and I lose my breath again.
    A wave of depression often hits me then and I weep for the person I was just a moment ago to return to me and stay to keep me alive for just one more day.
    ©mysocalledthoughts

    Something I never thought I'd pen.
    Inspired by @phoenicorn ��
    #PhStoryOfMyWrite

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  • mysocalledthoughts 1w

    You shone so brightly;
    all I wanted to do was delve deeper
    into the darkness that always shrouded me.
    ©mysocalledthoughts

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  • mysocalledthoughts 1w

    Death was never a destination but a goal.
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  • mysocalledthoughts 1w

    Perhaps the silence was just a cover up to
    conceal the rage brewing from within.
    ©mysocalledthoughts

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