April 2013
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Poetry
I used to write poetry but I never showed anybody, I just want it to not rot in my notebook
Young thing, poor thing,
you had no idea.
The grave world around you
of which you held so dear.
They kept a secret from you,
Oh yes it’s true
those who kept it all from you my dear,
led you straight to your tomb.
I feel crushed, like there is this giant weight on top of me. On one hand I want to do something, try to move this unbearable feeling. While at the same time, I’m afraid that if I change anything in the slightest, I’ll be crushed.
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October 2012
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August 2012
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I feel like I’m just waiting for something exciting to happen and change my life. Like until that moment, nothing I do is important so I should spend all my time preparing for when something I do will actually mean something.
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“What’s the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something...”
– John Green (via u-dont-deserve-me)
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June 2012
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May 2012
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April 2012
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