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I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.

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A fight of a thousand years – the smart mind and the hopeful heart.
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Fight Heart Hope Mindset Smart
I feel like I’m on fire, fighting for a moment on respite – I’m not placing bets.
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Feeling Fire Moments Place
Don’t give your heart to a poet – we see stories in a sentence and haunt you with our ink.
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Haunt Heart Ink Ourselves Poet Story
I think the scars that you left me, they remind me you were real.
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Myself Reality Reminder Scars Thinking
Hollow intent and echoes affection, a call with no response. Who could trust a dormant heart – where apathy is shaped like love?
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Affection Echo Heart Hollow Love Shape Trust
Just tell me that it won’t be the same- that one day I won’t look at you, and only see a stranger.
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Future Myself People Stranger
I wished to every fountain, prayed to every god but some futures are set in stone – so here we go again.
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Fountain Future Myself Prayer Stone
We didn’t know it was simpler, did we? Those days of sunburnt youth and carefree adventure. Knowing that indestructible optimism would waver with experience – would I have gripped it a little tighter? Held on a little longer?
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Adventure Experience Hold Known Simplicity
It started the way it always does. A broken heart, and a blank page.
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Heart Broken Page Start
A dishonor greater than any affair, is that of a friend who never was.
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Affair Friendship Greatness
The leaves know when to let go – if only I had the same instinct.
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Instinct Known Leave Let Go
Maybe this time I choose ignorance, because giving began to feel like losing – repairing a house from rubble, and making sandcastles with the ash.
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Beginning Choice Home Ignorance Time
Her body may lay on your sheets, but my name sits softly on your lips.
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Body Lips Name Softness
It spills from my fingers faster than ink can flow – feelings too strong to contain, emotions that demand to be felt.
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Demand Fast Feeling Fingers Flow
And when I imagine my home – above all else, I’ll always think of you.
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Home Imagination Thinking Yourself
14 days, but I can’t change my sheets. Your scents still marks my pillow – and its all that I have left.
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Break Up Change I Miss You

I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.

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I’m scared of mediocrity, of scribing my soul on fading pages, each destined to the fate that met those before it – gently laid to rest in a growing pile of unwanted words.

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