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Mirror mirror on the wall

Mirror mirror on the wall
All I see is nothing but fraud.
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Lately, I’ve been feeling out of sorts, my words never seem to be enough. Worst is I’m recently getting more than my normal likes and shares on my tumblr blog, but I still feel like sh*t. 🙊 For some reasons, I feel like my words don’t seem to have life, lacking of soul, and not like how I used to write before. And no matter how many people had taken time to message me to show their appreciation and to tell me to keep up the good work, I still don’t feel enough. 😔 I find myself constantly comparing myself to the past version of me, to the younger me that could write with soul, and I find my current self lacking. I’m guessing people could relate to my recent writings, but is it of any good if I couldn’t relate to my own works? 😔

I’m finding it hard recently to write, not because of the lack of words or ideas, but because I just can’t seem to relate to my own piece, and I can’t appreciate my own words, and it just doesn’t feel like enough, or me anymore. 😔 

Anyways, just ranting, nowadays, I feel like a handicap when I cannot write. 😂

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Forest fire

You started a fire in her soul
But tomorrow came
And you left her shivering in the cold
So she gathered what little embers left of her
As she carefully whispered love to her dying self
Now she’s a burning forest, as bright as the sun
And all you could do is look at her with awe,
For you’d never imagined that a girl
Looking so fragile and naive,
Would one day become a fire
That you could never ever put out.

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Till death give up on us

Till death do us part,
they say.

I say,
I will love you till this life to the next.
And if next life won’t grace me with you,
I will still love you till the next one,
and the next, and the next,
Till death finally give up on us.

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A collection of tears

She built a wall, a fortress so high
That keeps her a prisoner of her own mind
So on days she couldn’t glimpse the sun
Please don’t tell her just to get out and get about
Because darling, I assure you
She doesn’t know how to escape
This lonely castle she built
Out of her own tears, cuts, and howl of anguish
Where hidden doors are called Happiness
And keys are called Prozac
Or sometimes the usual,
‘It’s just in your mind.’

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The ways we measure love

People have always measured love
somewhere in between waiting
and letting go.

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The calm after the storm

She used to believe that love
should feel like
a storm,
passionate,
raw and raging.

But so many storms
have come
and left her
more broken than before

Now, she looks for a love
that feels like
a night
after the storm
is over.

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Sadness

It’s her gift,
to make everyone fall for her smile,
and push them away with her sadness.

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