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I spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.

Renee Stone

Tell me I’m sun-kissed, but you burn my skin. And you already told me, I was paper thin.
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Burn Myself Paper Skin Sun
Staring into the abyss full of art – hoping for the return of a glimmer or a spark.
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Art Full Hope Return Spark Staring
They hit like waves, the memories of those old summer days. Memories you’d have thought to erase, but they crash ashore without haste.
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Day Erase Hit Memories Old Summer Thinking Wave
And so, my ‘What if’s’ became ‘What’s next?’
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Inspirational Mindset Myself Perspective
We’re so distant, words can’t save us.
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Distance Ourselves Save Word
It takes less for me to be impacted, for my state of being to worsen.
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Impact Myself State Worse
When the silence fades and now sounds begin to bloom, I will grow to feel calm again. Healthily this time.
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Beginning Bloom Fade Myself Silence Sound
I grew up learning history about communities that would support their people (the idea that it takes a village), but all I see are so many people left on their own.
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Community Growth History Learning Myself People Support
I don’t think anyone really gets my attachment to the little things. They call it insignificant and say that it is what it is. I think it all adds up to what we stand for. The little things add up to something meaningful and so does the complacency.
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Attachment Call Meaning Myself Stand Thinking
My words decay. I grow as they fray, unbecoming in the passage of time.
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Growth Myself Passage Time Word
Flowers crown her with thorns, keeping her mind entrapped in a garden of lies – guarding her mind.
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Crown Flower Garden Guard Lying Mindset
I hide myself in the galaxies of my creations – unsure of who I am beyond that.
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Beyond Creation Deep Hide Myself Poet Writing
I overwhelmingly write from sadness – in songs, in prose, in verse.
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Promise Sadness Song Verse Writing
Let go of the honey-sweet lies for the bittersweet truths.
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Let Go Lying Sweet Truth
We walk in circles, never knowing when to end the cycle our hearts put us in.
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Circle Heart Ourselves Walk
It felt vulnerable to have people know my weaknesses, but there is so much strength from going back to the start and re-determining who you are.
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Determination Feeling People Strength Vulnerable Yourself

I spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.

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I spill words among pages so that I can’t say my thoughts are stuck in cages. Can’t say I didn’t let it out when I can say for sure I wrote it down.

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