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Posts after posts I scroll, trying to find inspiration to write, or maybe just looking for a will, to kick away the laziness, and get off this state of mind, but nothing happens, as I scroll on and on, with the clock ticking, I scroll my life away.

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The opening chords of our rhapsody, lulled me into a state of bliss, as the glistening sunrise in your eyes, intoxicated my soul, drew me in.
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Chord Music Myself Open Rise Soul State Sun Yourself
I wish I had said no, the day you asked for my number, but I was young, dumb and numb, looking for a harbor of harmony, to mend my shattered soul.
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Day Dumb Harmony Myself Numb Number Phone Relationship Soul Young
How do you find words, when you’ve lost your soul? If every emotion you ever knew, you can’t feel them anymore.
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Feeling Finding Lost Soul Word Yourself
When words fail, tears well.
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Failure One Liner Tears Word
Is it a blessing or is it a curse, to feel everything so deeply.
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Blessing Curse Emotion Feeling
I feel like my breath is muffled, and my heart is too heavy to beat, as if I’m drowning in a pool of air.
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Air Breathe Heart Myself Pool
Am I just a overthinking maniac? Or am I the girl that got left behind?
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Girl Leaving Myself Thinking
The fiercest battle starts at home.
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Battle Fierce Home Myself Start
To the flamboyant boy from my school, I realize now you’ve always been cool.
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Boy Cool Realization School Yourself
Your artful hands, hold my delicate heart, tenderly gaze at it, as if its an art.
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Art Hands Love Myself Relationship Sight Yourself
Posts after posts I scroll, trying to find inspiration to write, or maybe just looking for a will, to kick away the laziness, and get off this state of mind, but nothing happens, as I scroll on and on, with the clock ticking, I scroll my life away.
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Inspirational Life Mindset Myself Post Writing
I don’t know. Don’t know anymore, my purpose, destiny, do I even have any? don’t know anymore.
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Destiny Myself Purpose
Vibes change, connections break.
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Break Change Connection One Liner Vibe
I used to be a mighty dragon, the one that breathes fire, I used to be a magical unicorn, sprinkling rainbows everywhere, but now I’ve lost it, the magic hidden within.
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Breathe Dragon Fantasy Fire Lost Magic Myself Sadness
I miss you, I still do, It’d be weird not to. For once upon a time, I was yours and you were mine, through sparkles and grime.
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Missing Myself Time Weird
If this was my last poem I’d dedicate it to myself.
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Dedication Myself Poem Self Love
I opened the door to emptiness, traded my emotions for numbness.
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Door Emotion Empty Myself Numb Open Trade
You act like a cold cold man, frozen beyond repair, hardly uttering any word, action laced demeanor. Yet everything about you, from your ebony eyes, to your dazzling smile, makes me feel warm inside.
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Act Action Cold Eyes Feeling Frozen Hard Man Repair Smile Yourself
So, I am thanking you today, because of you, I am me.
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Love Myself Relationship Thankful Yourself
Love is more than expensive gifts and grand gestures. It’s the little things that matter.
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Expensive Gift Grand Love Matter
Writers block grappled our souls, we fought back with our words.
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Ourselves Soul Word Writing
When you talk, it feels like a song, and when you walk by, the time stops.
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Feeling Myself Song Stop Talk Time Walk
Can you hear my silence? I’m screaming pretty damn loud.
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Hear Loud Myself Scream Silence
I think I’ve mastered the art, of taming my wild heart, now my heart doesn’t flutter, thinking about you.
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Art Heart Master Tame Thinking Wild Yourself
Paper and pen petrify me, for they pierce right through me, drawing deep blue blood, leaving me utterly cold.
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Blood Cold Paper Pen
Am I killing the kid in me, by strangling my curiosity?
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Children Curiosity Death Kill
Your eyes met mine, and we know our story, from beginning to the end, all things said and unsaid.
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Beginning Break Up End Eyes Ourselves Relationship Story

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