written on 8/28/21
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i'm so sorry
i've seemed to disappear
but maybe this time i'll be come back
once i'm thought of as lost
that's all i ever seem to be
even with so much prosperity
there always seems to be pain that follows
it's not like i can help it
if it were up to me i'd relish in this growth
having no urge to seek comfort back home
as familiar and loving it can be
it is also a cave that illuminates the darkness
giving way to every secret folded under the mattress
all the endless letters that are failed to be completed
any form of contentedness is welcome here
but forever it will stay
love will blossom and die here
with words from a letter engraved on a tombstone
remembered by a song written on a whim
if i were to go back to this
i fear I would also fall into this cycle
becoming nothing more than a tune stuck in your head
instead of this fate perhaps i'll find a way out
there must be some sunlight that can peak through
something good that pokes through
maybe someone that will stay
pause and remember the ones that came before
then come to recognize what stands in front of you now
someone to bring back the light
and bring you back home
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hello, loves. it's been awhile i haven't had the time to myself to be able to formulate words like this. but i had just bought a new journal for myself after using the same one for a few years so i've gained some inspiration to add new things. i hope i can keep up writing because it really does make me happy, well kinda.
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folie
Poetryjournal-like entries taken from my journal filled with poems and tales that might not make much sense to you. read if you don't mind it, though.