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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THE WHEEL OF FORTUNE

All these years I was afraid of addiction to something consuming me, when really I was afraid that I would lose my soul.  When I started falling from happiness I thought I would never be happy again, so I started to prepare to numb myself by building walls inside. The foundations of insecurity breed hatred of …

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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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THE BLUE LIE

Life has changed and I wasn’t really paying attention, Why do they always try to make history? The only thing they've done is stained their lies blue. Show us one moment of your honesty, without compromise. Maybe the happy times can only remain happy if they are unremembered. You've regressed so much that your turned …

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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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