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I don’t need you, I just love you.
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easier said than done

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#127
Poetry is what you pull out of yourself when you dig deep enough. It is a like a mirror to my being, because sometimes I don’t realise how I truly feel until I put it down on paper and let the words flow. Poetry is like acting,but in prose, because you can be anyone and anything you choose to be in your piece, with no limitations or restrictions, except those you place on yourself.
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#127

Poetry is what you pull out of yourself when you dig deep enough. It is a like a mirror to my being, because sometimes I don’t realise how I truly feel until I put it down on paper and let the words flow. Poetry is like acting,but in prose, because you can be anyone and anything you choose to be in your piece, with no limitations or restrictions, except those you place on yourself.

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Poetry is destruction.
It is the sharp taste on the tip of my tongue when I swallow back bitter words I am too fear filled to bring into life.
It is water continuously sliding through millimeter cracks, even as my clumsy fingers desperately clench together in a desperate attempt to cup just a mere drop of soothing liquid inside the burning temple of my hands. 
It is the loud and uneven da dumph da da dumph of my staccato heartbeat as it flutters wildly inside the hard four-walled cells of my chest, beating against me, bargaining with me, begging me asking me politely if it could escape from the cage of my body.
It is the constant fear of never going to be good enough. It is the perpetual insecurity of never going to be pretty enough. It is the inescapable dread of never going to be worthy enough. 
It is that darkness inside of me, deep as infinity and just as dark. But it is the hole that keeps me on the brink of insanity, teetering on the edges of art and desire, because when I read poetry, it is like being born anew; I realize how beautiful words are, because I am staring at the abyss of what I do not, and can never, fully know. 
This is poetry to me.

This is beautiful
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#108

Poetry is destruction.

It is the sharp taste on the tip of my tongue when I swallow back bitter words I am too fear filled to bring into life.

It is water continuously sliding through millimeter cracks, even as my clumsy fingers desperately clench together in a desperate attempt to cup just a mere drop of soothing liquid inside the burning temple of my hands. 

It is the loud and uneven da dumph da da dumph of my staccato heartbeat as it flutters wildly inside the hard four-walled cells of my chest, beating against me, bargaining with me, begging me asking me politely if it could escape from the cage of my body.

It is the constant fear of never going to be good enough. It is the perpetual insecurity of never going to be pretty enough. It is the inescapable dread of never going to be worthy enough. 

It is that darkness inside of me, deep as infinity and just as dark. But it is the hole that keeps me on the brink of insanity, teetering on the edges of art and desire, because when I read poetry, it is like being born anew; I realize how beautiful words are, because I am staring at the abyss of what I do not, and can never, fully know. 

This is poetry to me.

This is beautiful

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this, in my eyes is one the most subtly erotic photographs I’ve ever seen
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this, in my eyes is one the most subtly erotic photographs I’ve ever seen

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