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I'm ( ) okay
25.12.19 My mind is racing The demons won’t go away. On the surface, I’m singing, But underneath I’m not okay. I’m not even trying To look fine, I’ve done it so many times It’s second nature. Dark clouds When will you go
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Cycle
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Speak
(2022-10-11) (22284) Speak0:00/74.6026671× The messages are there. On the brink Of tipping Tip of my tongue Tongue in my cheek Where I feel strong, Is where I also feel weak. Thoughts flowing, Words forming. Almost tangible, But only crystallizing, When the time is right, Right now, Is
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Tidal change
25321 Waves thrashing, The storm was roaring And I was in the thick of it. I’ve lost my board . My limbs weak without air It wasn’t that that I gave him into the fight But as I’ve learn learned in the martial arts of living, And training
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Eating bitterness 吃苦
I never really asked why. My mama told me that’s just what I had to do. That’s what all of us, especially those who are not grown men, had to do. She would say it like it was a fact of life as true as gravity and the
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I looked for you..
23190 (July 9 2023) I looked for you in your bedroom, But your sheets were cold, No trace of any warm body. I looked for you in the house, But the familiar pit pat of you footsteps I did not hear. I looked for you around the village, But no
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Alter Ego
(2019) Her name is Dominique Cropped hair styled slickly and perfectly into pixie spikes, Each point could pierce your skin, Making you bleed and scream, Pleasure dripping down your body, Along with sweet sweat. Each bead containing a drop of your fear and dreams, Begging for releasssseee, Her lips perfectly
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Hello love
22238 (Aug 26, 2022) I’m sorry Love, I couldn’t show up today. I tried to get out of bed, But just couldn’t, Striken by whatever overcame me. I know it looks like nothing. But the tethers are real. Unseen but strong. Bondage without a safe word. I’
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losing to find
25311 I lost my words. Sounds and syllables stuck Between ribcage bars. Communication stifled. I could not reach the world, And the world felt deaf to me. Messages crypyted without a code. But my soul, desperate to be freed, To breathe, clawed for other means of expression. My body and