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My chest hurts
It’s the weighted chest pain
That’s hardest to explain
The interwoven, the lingering
It spins a web across every day
It’s the fog you learn to see through
Because you can’t get away
Never the needle in your eye
The thorn in your side
It’s the routine of soft pain
The clingy sting for life
It’s the dull ache
Freedom, but on a leash
Your mother's kiss with tee...
Monday 11th August 2025 10:29 am
Sunday, Oh Sunday....
I need to tell you something
Sunday is so boring, I can't take it anymore
To sit around and do nothing
Then roll on the couch, no energy to explore
I need to breathe
The same air that reminds me tomorrow's work will arrive
And on my skin, I don't want the sun
Because it just reminds me the weekend's already done
I need to touch you
But you're on your phone, not even noticing me
And r...
Sunday 9th February 2025 5:09 am
Every Now And Then
My heart is not the same.
It is worn and torn,
But every now and then
I feel it beat...
And I know
That You're still there.
Sunday 5th January 2025 5:50 pm
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