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Waves

Upon Your Departure

By d Published 6 years ago 1 min read
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Waves of sadness come and go, thanks to all of these feelings I’ve never felt before. I’ve been the highest I could’ve been and now, now I’ve hit the lowest point I could possibly be at. Oh these waves they shift left right up and down but never stop drowning me in these thoughts. Simplistic ideas turned into endless sounds and voices in my head, I think I’m going insane. I can no longer feel the pain. The pain that rises up and down my body leaving it to ache leaving me so drained. Leaving my soul in pieces, it’s all too vague. Memories well spent, time well wasted and I sit here writing on these pages. Hoping to heal my soul through the shift of weather. Hoping these waves don’t consume me alive, I’m burning inside. Fuck your ideas of what should be and what I should feel. Because I feel everything and nothing at the same time, I’m such a contradiction that I can’t even make up her mind. And I sit here, writing in these pages hoping to pass time, hoping to forget what will never be forgotten. These waves— these waves are drowning my thoughts, draining my soul, leaving me in the cold

sad poetry
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d

De poetas todos tenemos un poco. 🍂

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