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- He never calls. at allpoetry
He never calls. But, I guess, - Potential at allpoetry
I associate happiness with electronic music. I do not cut myself to feel or throw my emotions into artistry or physically push myself through some activity that overbears any internal emotion. I dr - [ And when did you meet him? ] at allpoetry
And when did you meet him? I met him when I w - Please at allpoetry
I want to discover something natural in - Frank at allpoetry
(Finding out about my condition didn’t change anything. It put a title to a story but never affected how the story would continue. Or how it would end. My story is on the streets. I’ve learned that there are many ways to mak - Autumn day at allpoetry
It was an autumn day, and I was stuck inside. Except for the weather being too warm for a perfect fall day, except for the houses and concrete roads, except for the fact that I had to watch from a window, the floating leaves - The End at allpoetry
Sleeping a lot but still remaining tired makes one question themselves. What have I been doing with my life that makes me fall asleep every time I sit down on a padded surface, whether it is a rug, lounge chair, or stool at - I found it. at allpoetry
We do not love ourselves. We understand ourselves. We do not understand others, nor do we really love them. I am sick of this societal desire for relationships when we remain distant, always, from everyone, even our self. The - Good job. at allpoetry
It is never good when days start blurring together, when there is nothing of fantastical nature to either make one stop and meditate or tread on faster and more exuberant. Sam’s life was a blur: a collection of days so simila - Thank God at allpoetry
I amount to nothing. Thank God. I am at Jimmy's Bar on Ashland listening to creative writing majors reading their poetry, which also amounts to nothing. / I talk to Jimmy, the owner as he
