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 I gave people more chances than they deserved, I ignored more red flags than I should've, and I stayed longer than my hear... [read more] |
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I kept giving you chances that I never would ve given myself. I forgave things that hurt me. Ignored things that bothered me. And stayed thr... [read more] |
 [Intro] [Verse 1] Clock keeps flashing 3AM Same old thoughts again and again Ceiling shadows move like ghosts The memories I hate the... [read more] |
 "The Price of Looking" You could treat me better. That much is true. My friends gatheraround the evidence... [read more] |
 The dawn does not ask permission before it paints the sky with gold. It simply arrives... radiant, generous, unashamed of its light. And so... [read more] |
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"navigating the far dark"Out past the last buoy of orbit,a vessel steadies itself against vastness of unclaimed distance.No single ha... [read more] |
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You didn't lose them because you weren't enough. You lost them because they couldn't handle your standards, your boundaries, or your gro... [read more] |
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I cried then I slept. The tears had done their work. Depression never sleeps. Sadness eventually gets tired. I lost my smile for a whi... [read more] |
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the shadow that follows The air is restless, a kite tugging at its string, as we lean into the wind ou... [read more] |
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The saddest part of losing someone... Isn't the goodbye. It's waking up one day and realizing that the person who once couldn't go a few h... [read more] |
 'No one can stop me!' He'd cry 'I dare anybody to try' A madman who called himself Short Was killing young women for sport And no one... [read more] |
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At 3 a.m., I can see the fan turning I can see the clock moving. I'can hear my heartbeat filling the room. But I cannot see my future. I can... [read more] |
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My age isn't so young that I can't recognize the masks people wear. And it isn't so old that I've learned how to smile at betrayal and c... [read more] |
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A grandfather once kept an old key in his pocket for years. One day his grandson asked, "What does it open?" The old man smiled and said,... [read more] |
 I have a bad habit of forgetting faces— Their features soften with time, Fading at the edges without warning, Like bus tickets left in old p... [read more] |