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Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!

Odd Ken

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’m a drunk poet; and I guess maybe I sipped too much of what I couldn’t buy of her.
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Break Up Buy Drink Herself Myself Poet Relationship
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
Maybe water is not entirely lost when soaked into sand. Maybe it finds a better resting place to call home; and I hope she did too.
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Better Herself Home Hope Lost Place Rest Water
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
Perhaps I mistook the pain with work in progress.
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Mistook Myself Pain Progress Work
Breathe in the pain and bring out the wounds. It’s only a process and you’ll learn to survive the rest.
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Breathe Learning Pain Rest Survive Wound Yourself
Just as it demands blood, to meet bone, It’ll forever take something painful to understand pain.
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Blood Demand Forever Painful Philosophy Understand Wisdom
After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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Brutal Demand End Healing Myself Poem Run
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?
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Fire Lose Love Need Philosophy
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.
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Breathe Cold Distance Forget Herself Myself Name
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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Break Death Hide Start World
I’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!
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Country Feeling Forest Place Time Yourself
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
Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!
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Art Break Depression Enough Herself Hurting Myself
To me there was only ever you!
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Love Myself One Liner Relationship Yourself

Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!

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Somedays depression is tender, as though hurting is just an art; and that maybe she didn’t break me more than enough!

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