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Too young to know better, too old for naïveté… Can I convince the universe to take me instead? Sadly, we all know that answer.

The death of a soul

Understandably, the soul exhausts itself. Days Months Years of abuse call for a break down. My soul sleeps… Wearily and restlessly but it attempts to sleep. Dishonestly exclaiming a hope for recovery, While silently begging for an eternal slumber. -ee.

The Ghost

Your dreams were larger than life but unfortunately, I found with time, they were just that…dreams.

An Angry Bed

A meek kiss as a formality
Toothpaste on his lips
Midnight cigarette on hers