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“Home is where the heart is,” they say, but I can’t find my heart. No wonder I never feel at home. I get caught in bed sheets and bad dre...
I. There will be a time when he leaves, a time where he breaks your heart. When he walks out the door he will take a piece of you with him, ...
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It usually hits the hardest when it’s 2a.m. and I can’t stop tossing and turning. So I go to grab my phone, just to remember that I am alone...
you look for her in ways that are more than just a keyboard click. you walk down busy streets, sit on packed buses, and find parts of her...
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Baby, I was drowning in my bed sheets while you were fast asleep. Caught between cross fire, I dodged each bullet and picked up the phone...
I know I’m recovering, but there are still times my skin itches to be ripped apart. There are times I think about killing myself. I mean, I ...
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I knew I loved you when I started making excuses for the way you hurt me.
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I’m glad that I look like shit when I cry, Because my pain is not supposed to be beautiful.
Person B knowing they’re undoubtedly about to die within the next few seconds, likely from the gaping wound they’re bleeding out from. Instead of calling for help, they phone Person A and carry on a casual conversation as if nothing is wrong, making sure to mention how much they love them before the...
There was a boy, who lost pieces of himself in the lines of books, he made a home in the comfort of words. He found himself slowly wishin...
This morning after I woke, I laid in bed and stared at the ceiling for about thirty minutes, trying to convince myself there was a reason ...
We are all endlessly soft for someone. You would love them in the middle of the night if they came to your door, slurring and bloodshot. Yo...