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The sentence is over

I’m free

But I’m still not released

Freedom has been leased

The shackles are tighter than ever

Looking back i noticed i left her

Grown in bad soil not knowing the difference

To shy , good life never experienced

She’s so innocent

The warden and the guard are incoherent

Cries for help she doesn’t hear it

Passes the bottle to the warden

The clear look from the outside feels foreign

I thought I would finally be the bird soarin

Instead i walked cuffed to the crumbling building

It’s the house that doesn’t allow fleeing.

I’m looking back at her screaming

Hands still cuffed, on my knees pleading

She looks back wanting to saved

The warden is away

the guard isn’t awake

I pray its not to late

Tears streaming down my face

Why cant I save her

She needs me

I was the main support

I held the fort

It’s all collapsing

Time slowly lapsing

Drag the pain out

I shut my eyes and tilt my head back

Drinking liquid crack

I’m in a new room

She’s in hers

I look down and its starting to occur

My feet go numb first

Then legs and rest

I’m sleeping in the front silent but I think I’m still a pest

Thoughts rushing leads  to what I thought was sweat

but its tears

I’m crying over my worst fears

I’m still in love with her

I think I adopted a curse

All i know is that she  wants the guy that isn’t me

My butterflies are moths that stopped fluttering

Constantly hoping shes alright

Even trying to make sure hes the right guy

He offered you to dance with her you both declined

You know your reason why

But why did she look down shy

Maybe I’m just over thinking this

In actuality maybe I just wasn’t fit

Maybe i over stayed my welcome

I cant wait for the next time I get to tell her “you’re welcome “

I hate the fact that all I have is assumptions

Did lack of fact make my mind corrupted

It’s irrelevant

I hate the fact that I’m jealous 

I try my best to not let it show

But the more i try to help the more it grows

I can’t cut her off ,she helped me grow

I really do love her…

what do i do

I’m shackled to her and my original family too

something big is going to happen

I don’t know what it is

 but 9 times out of 10 its the end

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There’s another world,
not after life
Past life
In this world There’s a building
You open the door
There’s a long hall with Black floors
it’s dry cold
Keep walking because you’re bold
You go further down
pictures on the walls are old
There’s a door at the very end
You open it slowley
You suddenly feel lonely
There’s a box a chest in the middle of the floor
Curiosity draws you closely
You open it hesitantly
And see your past vividly
Wanting to go back you’re sucked in
The lid closes
Even while trapped you’re not hopeless
A newer image appears
It’s your worst fear
Present reality draws near
Past and present drawn side by side
Close inspection suggests that something died
It’s everything you once Knew
It hollowed out and crumbled at the slightest touch
It was to much
From the crumbles you look at the face of the one you idolized the most
broken in half
Out of desperation you put together the aftermath
It’s disfigured,
yet so familiar
It’s the present
Eyes widen
Arms go limp
You drop it
It breaks
Your chest gave in under the sudden pressure
A hole forms
The chest around you disappeares
And the house along with it
You go back to the norm
But everything’s different.

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10 Myths/Facts About Introverts

psych-facts:

Myth #1 – Introverts don’t like to talk.
This is not true. Introverts just don’t talk unless they have something to say. They hate small talk. Get an introvert talking about something they are interested in, and they won’t shut up for days.

Myth #2 – Introverts are shy.

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