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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
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14 comments:
Your loneliness is poetry, and yet you are never alone.
i write to feel alive, to remind myself that in the dark there is an escape. because even when i think it's just me buried deep under the ground, i look around and find others. all scratching at the walls to get out; all knowing there's something much better than where we are.
because you can keep it
Absolutely!
Absolutely!
^Beautifully said!
God bless you.
Your writing is amazing.
Because when I have laid down the loneliness in verse, it becomes something outside of myself, not myself.
Lonelinessception.
You must have been there, where we all went to be responding to this. Let your ego go and accept these words. I wrote you things you will never read. You will see
I miss the good in you. Even though the part of you that I miss was never here at all.
All I want for tonight, is to take a break from everything and to just miss you.
I do a good job at unfolding myself through the night but during the day I've become another fold
in the cabinet amongst others.
You could have just said - you are lonely, so you write to feel less alone.
But you didn't and for that I love you.
thanks for saying this out loud. I ALSO WRITE TO FEEL LESS ALONE. to make something beautiful out of my loneliness. to let it out.
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