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If this was my last poem I’d dedicate it to myself.

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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
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
So, I am thanking you today, because of you, I am me.
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Love Myself Relationship Thankful Yourself
Vibes change, connections break.
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Break Change Connection One Liner Vibe
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
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
Am I killing the kid in me, by strangling my curiosity?
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Children Curiosity Death Kill
I felt the warmest on winter drives with you.
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Drive Feeling Love Warmth Winter Yourself
I opened the door to emptiness, traded my emotions for numbness.
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Door Emotion Empty Myself Numb Open Trade
Can you hear my silence? I’m screaming pretty damn loud.
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Hear Loud Myself Scream Silence
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
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
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
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
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
Writers block grappled our souls, we fought back with our words.
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Ourselves Soul Word Writing

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