THE UNFORGETTABLE #54

"I never had a childhood, I destroyed myself in my final moments of innocency, I think now they're ready to take my life away from me." ✾themeekarestillhere✾

PSO J318.5-22

PSO J318.5-22 Perambulated platforms alone, music blaring on full, the weight of the world crushed my soul. Didn’t know I wanted to go blind then, the pain was too much to see, life and death are balanced on a needle, and I’m always on the verge. To not see what I have seen, to be …

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·MARY HELEN·

They broke my fingers and they broke my bones. I am a ghost gasping through the exuberance of life. They haven’t seen horror like I have. The horror that neither moves you nor breaks you, but with one iron palm muffles you. The memories are not within me. They climb up on the walls like …

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TWILIGHT SWIMS IN CIRCLES, IT’S TWILIGHT AGAIN

I gave you my mind to hold, You had me at my peak, Lost me when I fell. My deficiency is not in the fact that I lack something that you are, It is in my failure to believe that I am something you are not. If I was blind the music will always be …

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SINGING MAXIMS

Drawn to all things destructive. Dreams are where you lose footing of reality, And stability is only found in life when nightmares come alive. I won't judge you until you reveal yourself to me. We sit around looking at others wishing we could be like them, growing in jealousy and hatred, never wondering that maybe …

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HAVE YOU EVER SAID A REAL GOODBYE

I’ve always wanted to know if the birds ever felt free inside, Do they gaze above into the stars each night as my eyes do? How many places have their feet touch that the birds didn’t want to stay in? But the moment I step near them, they fly away in fear. And how many …

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THE WORLD HURTS

The child says to the mother "The world hurts". When the mother asks why, the child says, "I don’t see any possibility to be loved, For they will judge me by their eyes and they will not look within, I have too many imperfections; their deductions won’t go so far before they conclude I’m unfit …

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CONTRACURRENT

My soul is a violin; it cries for a song to come true and bleeds out an abundance of suffering, a prayer to GOD that I can truly swim above the current till my last breath, like a halo cover me and play softly high up in the air ascending to heaven where I may …

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