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Lost in her own little world

Speaking to a voice that never

wants to let go , battles get harder

and harder as I go, while I’m  running through the storm

She is a warrior with weary eyes

Just be happy, they said

Stress overriding her body

like a puppet on some strings ,

life spinning out of control

This is the sign you have been waiting for

Just be happy, they said

She looks for those signs of relief and

reassurance but finds herself worse than she                               thought , as abandoned as an unloved pet .

Tears constantly dripping , bloop , bloop , bloop

Just be happy , they said

Found a sweet sweet love , someone i      would’ve never thought before , fell in love

with myself a little more, currently striving

for that happiness i absolutely adore

She is a conqueror smiling eye to eye

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Everything had changed

The moon is a little farther

Thee catapiller turned into a butterfly

Everything has changed,

My hair is a few inches longer

I’ve grown a bit taller

I even got a little stronger

Everything has changed

Nights are colder

Days are shorter

Everything has changed,

Time goes on

Everything may change

But missing you

Always stays the same

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She chuckles, she laughs, she smiles.

Does that mean she has no troubles?

Yeah, her sky may not always be blue.

Yet, His word always remains true.

Her heart is like a heavy bucket of water.

She goes through her storm willingly,

knowing that the most High God is the Umbrella.

Friends? Ha

“ A Fountain.” She declares she is to them.

When all she knows is being used.

They don’t understand her.

Her intelligence is like a stray dog

You’ll never know where she’ll end up

She’s worth more than the priciest price tag

She’s bigger than a bear,

See, she chooses to be a servant until her storm is over.

She’s waiting for the trumpets to sing.

The knock on the door to ring.

Only Yahweh will declare when it’s time for her to reign.

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Wake up, do it all on repeat
Cannot trade my thoughts for widespread gloom
Overthink from the morning 'till the sheets
Used to feel like a burden compared to our heirloom

Pure ignorance will keep the weak wired
The criteria is shouldn't be hard to meet
Is the constant burnout not keeping you tired?
Come along and get educated, take a seat

There are many that require a reality check
You do not have the power to have my mental annexed
Time may be able to heal, but it can lead to a wreck
The stress causes me to become more and more vexed

Is it a dream or am I one of one?
May I succeed or become a deadbeat?
My mind spins in circles like the barrels of a gatling gun
Then I wake up and do it all over again on repeat

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When I was a child

I noticed I was different

But like the tide, I swallowed the feeling completely.

sunk it to the deep abyss that is my mind

And so I carried on,

Forgot with time

I deserve this peace at least.

I never expected this thought to resurface

A perfectly preserved specimen

Now more potent than ever before

If you look closely you may see

The truth that is the real me

Floating just above my eyes.

My truth is my temptress

A sound like a siren’s cry

I couldn’t ignore it if I tried.

My truth is my captor

And I’ve developed a liking to our secret crime

A dangerous game, a sinking ship

And it wont let up this time.

Someday, down the road

I will give in to its call

Swim across the mote

And climb the stone wall,

But

Up until then

I’ll let the feeling sink

Until it rises once again

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All alone in my room.

By myself

the way I like it.

The darkness comforting like a mother to a child

engulfing me whole after tiring days on end.

The AC roaring, silencing all reality outside my door

Chills piercing my body

shaking like a vibrating phone.

A candle is always lit as I get drunk off the scent

all stress and worries lifted.

My vision slowly going in and out

my eyes heavy.

I lay in bed staring blankly at my ceiling

Pondering today, the present, and the future to come.

This is my ideal evening

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My life has been

A bore

Not bad not good just

A bore

I’m but a hatchling waiting to soar

Waiting for the wind to come

I need to find new heights

But a breeze has yet to come

I’m a blank canvas

Waiting for colors

Waiting for a picture

Waiting for an image that’s unequivocally me

My life has been like milk and toast

My life has been as boring as grass

My life has been a bore, and yet

It has only just begun.