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to be so lonely

I found myself at the bottom and wrote a paragraph,

Where only the most terrible of thoughts exist

I open it up and read from time to time,

When I’m lost and can’t breathe

Like tonight

When lonely is an insufferable taste

And my tears have saturated what is left of my skin

Unanswered prayers slip from sealed lips and dissipate into thin air

Once the wind shifts directions my focus is shaken and the moment has expired into nothingness.

 

Again. 

◄ Wild Woman (19.)

Mary Jane. ►

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The Chessplayer

Thu 29th Dec 2022 18:03

We are only our thoughts. And more often than not, the true measure of our happiness is how well we manage to hide from them. We try not to think. But some of us are just too sane. So we envy the insane, and drink.

Keep writing.

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