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Poetry
The reason why I know you very well is because we have the same eyes can't you tell. Do you remember the times when I put you through hell. Or do you remember when I really hit the bell. We live in a world that comes with Plan B, because playing a never relays in guarantee and plan C is in Extra in the background. Just waiting on your back gaining more of the pound. You love him you love them you love her you love her so much you love when love heals maybe when you finally feel that love hurts you actually find that that's the story of love is real. Maybe someday you'll find that love is old. Or another day that you might find that love grows . Or one that you might find a love so bold but what bold gotta do with it if your love isn't strong . Strong enough to the point that you weak inside your head. Wake up so depressed that you even feel dead. Wake up one day. A drowse the side of your bed. But sometime she got a bounce back and be better. Just know everything i say Is Real
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Sometimes when I say "I'm okay", I want someone to look me in the eyes, hug me tight and say, "I know you're not". I have felt like this many times in my life; as a kid, teenager and as an adult. I have seen many things in my life and felt even more things that has been horribly depressing... But I got up. I stood up to walk on for another day. I dealt with my emotional amnesia the only way I knew I could and that was by writing it out into poetry. I wanted to forget my pain and forget what I was going through. I needed that cut of the blade or a pill to drink to take everything away. My poetry became both my pill and my blade... Now I share the most intimate part of myself with the world. The part of me I kept hidden in the closet. The part I never thought I would ever present to the world. Now is the time I have to stop having amnesia about my emotions. It is time to learn, to better myself and to stand up and remember the things that I shut out like a voluntary amnesia all these years. Those who are offended after reading this - f**k you! If you are sad with me and willing to cut your wrist - I know how you feel! If you just enjoy the words - I love you! #679 in Poetry on 17/03/2018 #779 in Poetry on 18/03/2018 #807 in Poetry on 19/03/2018 #474 in Poetry on 22/03/2018

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