𝗔𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗲 .•°

Munaye

Lady

Mender

Apollo Eighteen

Euphoria

POETRY IN MOTION

The World Is Cruel The world is cruel and hearts are cold Deception reigns and truth untold Lack of love and lack of peace People suffer without any ease Wealth to want, fields to sand Love to tears, joy to end Life must be faced though dreams may die Hope fades away as we wonder why. -Unknown-

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Between Us I won’t reach out to you. We won’t laugh and talk the way we did late at night over the phone. I won’t wait for your warm voice messages. I won’t hear you tease me in that soft way again. You won’t be the first person I tell things to now. Still, you return in small moments. A quiet ac…

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The Empath Curse I can't fully hate them, though I see their wrong, I wonder what broke them, what made them strong. Is it their past? Is it their pain? Is it their storm, their hidden chain? They hurt, they fight, they choose the flame, But I can't just call them, by their shame. I see the crac…

— isa b. "it will remain"

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