When Life Reveals Her Wounds And Broken Soul,

when life reveals her wounds and broken soul,

help her heal

for she has suffered too much

in the name of love.

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pulchra-potens

10 months ago

tell me.

tell me that you never thought of me as just a plaything.

tell me that you thought of me as a real friend.

tell me that the moment you met me you thought I was a human too.

tell me that my feelings are validate and true too.

tell me that you love me.

tell me like I told you.

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pulchra-potens

1 month ago

I am trying to convince myself.

It ain't fault.

It wasn't my fault.

I couldn't run. I just couldn't.

I wish i had though.

I wish i was brave like they all think.

I Wish i wasn't a coward.

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pulchra-potens

11 months ago

self care is over, we’re doing drugs again

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pulchra-potens

11 months ago

I fucked it all up again,

everything is

terrible,

I am very

miserable,

but…

also relieved

to be back here,

in this familiar place

with nowhere further

to fall.

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pulchra-potens

11 months ago

It's time.

It's time to end it all.

And i am gonna survive it all.

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pulchra-potens

10 months ago

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pulchra-potens

11 months ago

I haven’t told anyone. But I am really tired. I am lonely and really exhausted. I don't have bad days or good days anymore. They all just feel the same. Sometimes when I lay in bed, I imagine these black clouds so huge, they would swallow me. Some other times, it feels as though my skin is infected with millions of parasites. I am scared. I can’t talk. I can’t talk.

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pulchra-potens

11 months ago

No. You're wrong.

They can't clip our wings. The best they can do is to chain them.

And I am going to destroy the chain.

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pulchra-potens

11 months ago

you're not

alone.

i too,

stay up at night,

wondering -

that brief

moment

of isolation

helps you

find your peace.

"the darkest nights."

d.b.a

for a.

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pulchra-potens

11 months ago

I was getting to the shore. Then you came back and tried to drown me. again.

But darling ,

Now I know how to swim.

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