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anatomical dissection: brain

what hurts more,

remembering to forget

or forgetting to remember?

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you count all the wins

and all the pyrrhic losses

that take your victories under

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what hurts more,

the scars on your shoulders

or the scars inside your mind?

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invisible to the naked eye

but a succumbing force that

makes you lose what you’ll find

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what hurts more,

staying for the sake of leaving

or living for the sake of staying?

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lock the pain up in your room

and hope this house burns down

with you still trapped inside, crying

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what hurts more,

all the words that they said

or the words you never spoke?

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sticks and stones don’t break bones

but splints and cement puts them back

quietly mending what you always broke

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what hurts more,

knowing too much of everything

or drowning in your own ignorance?

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scourge for knowledge, miss for bliss

drain the oceans and fill up the abyss

self-hatred fighting your self-defiance

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what hurts more,

this cold logical ideology

or the lying sentimental truth?

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it’s a constant push and pull

of devastating dreams and riled reality

inspiring like the rabbit inspires the wolf

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what hurts more,

overthinking things again

or not thinking about it at all?

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The Art Of Oxygen

“And baby, honestly it’s harder breathing next to you, I shake.”

~*~

A million breaths were held in the company of hope

As the lack of oxygen is making the wind choke

Exhale now, I’ll pick up your pieces if you can pick mine

But don’t taste what you can’t have, don’t be asinine

All my worries are invisible like the writings on the wall

As I inhaled opalescent fog, I only found out about the catch as I fall

Between the lines of what you refuse to read, I’ll get what I need

I’ll learn to live without my lungs, I can’t afford the air that you breathe.

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Invisible Hands

When all you’ve got is these four walls
It’s not that hard to feel so small
Or even exist at all…

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Senses desensitised, screaming silently, chained to my own body

Blindfolds and folded gags and covered hands stifling me

There’s a trap in my soul, shadows eclipse my heart

Within the midnight of my mind lies a sky, starless and dark

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For the words I can’t speak drips like cyanide off my mouth

And it tastes more bitter and deadlier than poison when I’m unable to shout

Lips stained scarlet, eyes tear-stained, as suffering festers in doses of pain

Manacles fettered to my sanity, I can’t set free, here I’ll remain

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The unsaid ferments in my tongue, and drowns the abyss and pierces the glass under my skin

Every nerve, every vein, every shiver, every twitch, every beat of my pulse is rebelling

For the taciturn glance that tells of a million rampaging emotions, I can only hope you understand

That I’m not at fault for this cruel affliction, I’m simply being held back by invisible hands.

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empty eyes

am i really that

insignificant?

am i really that

trivially scant?

am i really that

inconsequential?

am i really that

not too special?

am i really that

unnoticeable?

tell me, am i really

that i/n/v/i/s/i/b/l/e?

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