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I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.

Odd Ken

All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
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Children Depression Hands Myself Soft
Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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Death Pain Smile Thinking World
I’ve been quiet most of today. By which I mean I can see myself in the mirror; And believe me it is something hard to look at these days.
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Believe Hard Myself Quiet
I knew you would leave someday; And from there a poet will be born from the ashes.
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Born Break Up Leaving Myself Poet Yourself
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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Break Death Hide Start World
Most days missing her is my only choice between death and dying.
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Choice Death Herself Missing Myself
You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.
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Break Up Myself Thinking Try
This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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Beg Cry Missing Name Water Yourself
If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
ODD KEN

Fall Feeling Ground Myself
I guess this has been my confusion; where I went wrong. Thinking that love could possibly come as a thing without the burns.
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Burn Confusion Love Myself Possible Thinking Wrong
Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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Born Pain Respect Sadness
What if love has always been the quench and the fire? or perhaps all we need to lose to find all we need to have?
ODD KEN

Fire Lose Love Need Philosophy
I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
ODD KEN

Hide Kill Myself People Thinking Way World
There’s a constant battle of me and healing; all of which still sits burning and intricately perplexed in ink.
ODD KEN

Battle Burn Healing Ink
Today I can see the cracks on the wall they’re visible; but I can tell they are finding their way to soil, And so am I.
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Myself See Wall
I swear I love her so much that somedays I can’t quite tell if I’m just a good liar.
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Goodness Herself Love Lying Myself Quite Talk

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