I developed a habit of taking things that weren’t mine. Just to prove that I could. I found a sense of pride and accomplishment in having. In conquering. Not realising it was me who has given myself up. Sold my soul for a taste of victory. The victory that came with a crown of shame.…
I tried so hard to become someone for somebody That I was never there for myself I’m not the kind of girl they write songs about Nor the kind that has heads turn when she walks into a room I dreamt about being that Tried to be that There were a few who took notice…
I watch the waves and think about how they have a life of their own, I imagine they are creatures trying to swallow me in. “Do you think it’s exciting”, I ask, “to know that the tide can get to us at any minute and yet still sit here and take that risk?” He ponders…
I stand in front of the gates, contemplating my next move I can go back to the place I know Or I can walk across to a foreign land A forbidden land I’ve heard stories about the forbidden land They say the forbidden land is filled with landmines disguised as flowers They say if you…
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