At last, Gea’s soul recognizes itself in a silence so thick it almost has weight, as if the world had been holding its breath
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I was born into a life, I wouldn’t have chosen for myself. Criticized, and judged; they were just somethings I always felt.
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Good memories bloom with a smile under the sunshine. They are beauty in the petals but they fall by the wind: the gust of my trauma,
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Feelings return to those who own them. 🧠💼📄📄📄 They pay me to feel. This is my work. They hire me. So they feel nothing.
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By George’s Girl 2026 about 12 hours ago in Poets
If I had my time again Would I do the things I did? I’m not really sure, But one is for certain They cannot be retrieved
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I stood before it, the glass covered in a gray veil of dust. In a corner of an old room in London, the morning of 2026 felt heavy.
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They said I disappeared like a body lost in the tide wrong place, wrong time, wrong boy buried me alive But the dark has a way of teaching what the light never could Like how silence sharpens teeth and how to make it look good
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Why is it "at" war? To me, "at" implies a position in space, a destination—Disneyland after a road trip. An arrival. "At" also implies time:
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I am December 9th. In 1989, a particularly special human was born on me. This one came out beaming as if the sun itself was being
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Real life or imagined By surprise or anticipated It digs its claws in deep Without a single regard For your waking or your sleep
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