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perfectionisanopinion

I keep my Tumblr url a secret from my friends when sharing my works so they can't find my blog unless they see one of my poems in the wild. It's like a scavenger hunt.

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~Just Because You Haven't Come To Terms With Your Fears Doesn't Mean I Haven't Come To Terms With My

~Just because you haven't come to terms with your fears doesn't mean I haven't come to terms with my own. Do not project your fears onto me and expect me to feel them as strongly as you. They belong to you. If you don't want them, sell them to someone who does, but don't give them to me for free when I never asked for them.~

-a poem of a new kind

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~I would bleed oceans for you and never ask for a bandaid.~

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~I've just had an epiphany. What if everything I hated when growing up was because it was soft? And that scared me because I saw what the world did to soft things. Then again, ladybugs and crabs get squashed, despite being built to resist. What if, after all these years, I find refuge in the soft things and quit living in the cracked and broken shell I have called home since childhood.~

-a poem of a new kind


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Man, I am such a pain

Edit: This was my 100th post and... idk how to take it


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~What if the reason you feel like you missed out on something is because in a past life, you had experienced that exact thing?

What if the reason I feel like I miss you is because at one point in time, we didn't drift apart?

What if we are nothing but memories that faded lifetimes ago?~

-a poem of a new kind


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