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Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.

Jessica Wilde

Time aches- my words break as if they’re the wings of a captured butterfly as if they’re the seconds that keep ticking by as if they’re embers that refuse to ignite.
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Break Ignite Refusal Time Word
When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
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Break Question Rise Rule
I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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Current Myself Try
I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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Feeling Known Love Yourself
I lace barbed wire around my heart, constrict it – pull tight, maybe the pain will make it feel alive, and I can pretend it didn’t already die.
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Death Feeling Heart Myself Pain Pretend
Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
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Chaos Distant Memories Morning Welcome
My mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
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Alone Depression Mindset Myself Recognition
A wooded winter trail awaits, no footprints pressed upon the snow – a path I dared not once to take but now – I must go.
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Await Dare Myself Snow Winter
Cider and candor and cranberry kisses, firelight dancing – lowered inhibitions, our eyes caught up in intimate moments, soaking in these cinnamon-spiced secrets.
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Dance Eyes Intimate Light Moments Ourselves Secret
Lost journals are steps back home, like the mending of broken bones, like scars that act as patches to my soul, like the measurement marks on my mother’s wall that show just how much I’ve grown.
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Growth Home Journal Lost Mark Measurement Mom Myself Scars Wall
Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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Cold Myself Rain Skin Warm
Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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Close Mentality Myself State True
Lavender lullabies whispered into night skies, remnants of galaxies cradled closely, as you sleep sweetly, time slips away and so do I.
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Galaxy Myself Night Sky Time Whisper
You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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Break Surprise Touch Yourself
Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.
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Awake Chase Dreams Grow Up Place Quite Shadow
You were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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Happiness Hope Idea Love Refresh Yourself

Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.

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Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.

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