i've come to realise that i hate me. i hate who i am, i hate who i was, i hate who i'll be. because none of those people will ever be good enough to heal from what we've been through.
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i want to get out. this place is suffocating me. everywhere i turn is another image of who i used to be. everything i own is another thing she purchased for her. it's not for me, it never was for me. i'm not her, i won't be her. i don't belong anymore.
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her mind felt dangerous,
she sat in a moving car, staring at the moon, hand firmly gripping the chair so that she didn't open the door,
and that was a good day.
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it was the subliminal things that changed, but it added up ti make her feel completely different.
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Thoughts
PoesíaJust a collection of thoughts and emotions that were felt too intensely to be dealt with on my own.
