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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

I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
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Absence Burn Kill Myself Soul 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
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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Forget Missing Myself Pieces Stand Start Story
To heal is to be constantly reminded that once you learn to punch, you die with blood on your wrist.
ODD KEN

Blood Death Hands Healing Learning Wisdom Yourself
Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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Born Pain Respect Sadness
No one thing stays the same after a goodbye.
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Change Goodbye Stay
Give everything some time; pain hasn’t learn to walk yet.
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Learning Pain Philosophy Time Walk
Often times the language is different; by which I mean, I love her, and it’s the only stammer I’ve ever known.
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Different Language Love Myself Time
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
Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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Death Pain Smile Thinking World
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
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
When I say I love you, I mean something raw something below the surface of all waters; something almost too naked and true!
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I Love You Myself Naked Surface True Water
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
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
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

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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