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Fix me, please. I'm begging on my knees.

I wish I could take back all the words I said, because I would rather be in your arms instead. I hope you find your Muse one day, but for now, I’ll pretend I’m okay.

The toxicity of a city, with its polluted claws digging at your dreams.

a poem about art block

He fought hard, and he came back. Nothing was waiting for him.

8 things you never understood, And a thousand more I wish I could. 7 places to go alone, Arguments over the phone.

I just want to have a happy ending, but with you...I will never have it.

Somebody answered to my call...to myself.

I pack my things up, knowing I can’t stay, I step outside and leave, needing space, needing to get away.

trust funds, on the run...

Paralyzed in my own dream But I'm never asleep.

A short poem/story about love, loss and how far people will go for each other.