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Und sie sagen du bist unfreundlich und gemein, dabei schützt du dich nur, weil dir so viel angetan wurde, als du nett warst.
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alexispink24-blog · 2 months
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I’m a sad soul, I feel everything too much.. I love with all my heart. There is no in between, I notice the smallest of things.. change in tone, change in mood, in the way you treat others. As much as I feel that everything I’ve been through is why I’m this way, I’m starting to think I was just born into this world this way…
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“You are not a drop in the ocean, you are the entire ocean in a drop.”
- Rumi
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darkpoetrynprose · 2 years
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“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
– Emily Brontë (Wuthering Heights, 1847)
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covered-in-bones · 7 months
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theres a part of my soul that never stops screaming and crying, part of my soul that is always in pain, always suffering and ive tried for years and years to soothe it and heal its pain but its not me it needs its you and that part of my soul will always be shattered and unconsolable without your touch, without your love
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50kgannamolly · 9 months
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euesworld · 1 year
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"She's a sad soul with a rocking body, a romantic heart, soft eyes, and well.. she's hiding a universe of affection behind all that bravado. You would never know by looking at her that she was so very sad, a sadness that envelopes even the darkest shadow.. but the moon rises in her eyes to compete with the sun when she smiles, and when she does.. my heart comes undone."
She undoes me like a zipper when she smiles and she takes me to places that I have never been - eUë
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rainninpain · 11 months
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mvaljean525 · 9 months
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Where do you want my heart now?
Placed next to yours on your pale skin so that I will fall in love with your sweaty pain
I have heard your bones crack the dry cement that leafed the frenzied spirit within
I witnessed its wildness escape into your body screaming kissy words while your fingers plucked at my guitar
your eyes were Koyoti’s & Ska-la-la’s trying to rip a path to my soul
& I froze there in my manly state knowing there’s nothing that I can do
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Garry Gottfriedson (B.1954)
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Graphic - Jean-Baptiste Greuze 1725-1805
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deadinside8 · 4 months
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I’m nostalgic of a childhood I never had. Of a parent that was never mine. Of a comfort that was never there. Of a inner peace that I never had.
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scheissegalx · 4 months
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Being a sad soul with a happy personality is so draining
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Und grade wenn du wieder aufstehen willst, kommt das Leben und tritt dich wieder zu Boden.
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ritish16 · 8 months
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🥹😭
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secuencia-3 · 3 months
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Qué más te debo karma? Dime, para dejar de sentir este dolor. . .
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darkpoetrynprose · 2 years
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“It's August and I'm tired of being strong. I never really was very brave. Throw me on sharp edges, I've never felt so destructive.”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps
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kosmosxstargirl · 11 months
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