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too good to be true

seamless conversation as though we've talked before upon first meeting it's almost too easy to relate and connect my mind wonders if it's a trap…

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the life of a writer

random experiences unlikely encounters facing discomfort head on within yourself and the outside world just so you know how to describe it with the right…

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self-fulfilling prophecy

expecting something to go wrong almost becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy when it happens time and time again part of me is almost relieved underneath the…

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disjointed puzzle pieces

sometimes two puzzle pieces seem to fit together but only through brute-force do they stay in place ignorance of your mistake overshadowed by satisfaction you…

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dissolving reality

chronic dissatisfaction searching for stimulation fear of boredom impulsive decisions adrenaline rush dopamine spikes only last so long need for entertainment as a distraction from…

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secrets

coded language because I'm afraid to reveal too much vague stanzas yet oddly specific open to interpretation but closed off from direct meaning who's to…

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2020

a foreboding sense of alienation cut off from the outside world relationships restricted to online interactions inability to deeply connect paranoia thick in the air…

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Dark Tunnels of Depression

A warm blanket Suffocating But oddly comfortable Lack of motivation No willpower Empty and meaningless A long dark tunnel With no end in sight Only…

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The Wandering Soul

I miss our talks about life Exploring every topic possible Searching for hidden meaning Easy and effortless Our conversations flowed like water No need to…

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Taking Another Road

Uncertainty follows behind  Every moment Like a shadow I can pretend it’s not there But my sense of control Is but an illusion My power…

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