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fs yousaf Jul 2018
Every passing year
you look back and tell yourself
that you will not be
as naive as you used to be.
but those promises never stick,
as new challenges arrive.
Thrusting you onto paths
you have never taken,
testing parts of yourself
that you have never noticed.
Danial John Jun 2018
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Formats not perfect, but then again neither is life...
Anna May 2018
It becomes something different when you don’t have to talk every day.
But still whenever we grab the phone, when one of us calls, nothing has changed and nothing will.
That’s the thing when it has been long enough.
We won’t need every day or every week, it’ll be enough with once in a while.
Every life is different so is ours, but while life changes,
while we change, one bond doesn’t necessarily have to.
We’ll still walk alongside each other, no words need to be spoken because we ’ll know, that no matter what, we’ll be there, when the need occurs.
Anna May 2018
It’s months with unspoken words
and still somehow when we meet again
our friendship never lost it’s worth
It’s something I still can’t quite comprehend

We speak for hours between diapers and demands
and laugh in the afternoon light
You’ll be the cause of euphoria when no one else can
And again everything will be alright

It’s amazing how life still goes on
Leads us down different paths
But still we make it work, we keep strong
and respect each other with careful hands.
Yule May 2018
We were once too close, we almost burned.
08:53 am | ☀️

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B May 2018
It wasn't until my physical pain
met my mental pain
that I knew I had to surrender.
I wanted to remember,
so they finally crossed paths
shaking hands with
another
as my body was a bloodbath
turning to scarlet color.
Glossing, my eyes
poured out the lies
as I started to cry,
I couldn't resist the fight
of my fist
to speak of this.
I know I know,
I know.
Once again I had let go of
you
you
& you.
And my mental pain said goodbye
to my physical pain
and so did you & I.
Jolan Lade May 2018
City lights
Or
Clear night skies
Closing doors
Or
Wild paths
Choose wisely
Nylee May 2018
wherever I will go
he'll move away
tilted reality
unaware, I am,
he's passing me
changing his paths
so we never meet ever
but we are together
for a second
holding our breath
blinking our eyes
beneath the blue skies
.
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