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Jennae Cecelia
Losing Myself Brought Me Here
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Jada
has quoted
7 months ago
You say that it seems like
I have the strength
of tall ocean waves.
But what you do not know
is that I am holding back
what feels like
ocean waves,
ria
has quoted
10 months ago
You may feel the most lost
in a place that should
feel like home.
You may feel the most at home
in a place you barely know.
ria
has quoted
10 months ago
The thing I fear the most
is not getting to do
all the things I truly would
like to do if fear did not
live in my mind.
ria
has quoted
10 months ago
I get so upset because
I have already played it
over and over in my mind.
ria
has quoted
10 months ago
People would call me calm
like a slow breeze on a Sunday afternoon.
Little did they know my mind was always
feeling like a typhoon.
I hid my weather well.
ria
has quoted
10 months ago
I think I have grown
too comfortable with
getting another tomorrow.
So much so that
I waste today.
ria
has quoted
10 months ago
Will today be the day that
everything changes?
Things can not possibly
get worse,
can they?
Because I know I hit rock bottom
so that must mean
things can only get better.
But what if my rock bottom
just keeps moving locations
and I am in rock bottom forever?
Chaima Chmissi
has quoted
2 years ago
What would it look like
to do more than just survive?
What would it feel like
to be truly alive?
Ослик в Космосе
has quoted
3 years ago
She found beauty
in the way
the waves could
wipe the sand clean
of any past mistakes.
Carina
has quoted
3 years ago
But the truth was,
I did not even like myself.
I was talking behind my own back.
I was my own fake friend.
I fall in love with places
that have importance,
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