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I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.

Odd Ken

Sorry to a heavy heart in the morning; sorry to waking up and being yourself the only reason to cry.
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Cry Heart heavy Morning Reason Sorry Wake Up Yourself
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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Break Death Hide Start World
I don’t think the world is ever getting better; I guess maybe people just find new ways to hide what kills them.
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Hide Kill Myself People Thinking Way World
Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Mistook Myself Pain Progress Work
In the end the salt calls the ocean home; and I guess this is why drowning has always been a part of loving you.
ODD KEN

Drown End Home Love Myself Ocean Salt Yourself
This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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Beg Cry Missing Name Water Yourself
I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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Breathe Count Love Myself Surrender
It is my dying wish to travel around the world; to feel this hurt in a slightly different way!
ODD KEN

Around Death Different Feeling Hurt Myself Travel Way World
Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
ODD KEN

Blood Demand Forever Painful Philosophy Understand Wisdom
Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
ODD KEN

Art Break Depression Enough Herself Hurting Myself
I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.
ODD KEN

Forget Missing Myself Pieces Stand Start Story
Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
ODD KEN

Born Pain Respect Sadness
In the end not every bleeding thing dies; at least, not like a paper plays in fire.
ODD KEN

Blood Death End Fire Paper Play
Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
ODD KEN

Herself Name People Skin
I can feel the dust of her skin in my skin; and I think maybe that means these bones of mine have grown weary of crying too.
ODD KEN

Break Up Cry Feeling Growth Myself Skin Thinking
There’s not much I know about forgetting. By which I mean I can hear her name from a distance; and it still breathes cold in my chest.
ODD KEN

Breathe Cold Distance Forget Herself Myself Name

I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.

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I forget how our story started; but these days I’m finding the missing pieces behind every exhale, where I left the words standing with sore feet.

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