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And I’m letting you.
by SIXPEGSCigarettes and whisky The perfect concoction for the keeping the lonely at bay The lady sways to the infectious melody as the jazz band plays Savouring the make-believe world her closed eyes brings her to With every inhale, she throws her head back She ruffles her hair on her face and sniffs the remnants on her fingers Scents always have a way of bringing...
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Shaken, Not Stirred
by SIXPEGSThey say time heals, but they forgot to include the fact that before it heals you, it numbs you. The blows weren't fatal enough - you were not strong but you were brave enough to grasp on to life - your heart learns how to numb itself and you gradually need to fight less and less hard to stay afloat.
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Rubbish thoughts, really.
by SIXPEGSA beautiful accidental-stranger once told me – if you have only known a person for an x-period of time, you should not make future plans that will only happen after x-period of time with this person. It was some kind of mathematical formula he goes by. His logic being if you have only known that person for a short amount of time, you still...
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Mad
by SIXPEGSThere are times when I feel like I want to pour my hearts out into words, but I can hardly do so. Sometimes, thoughts go by so fast, I didn’t have enough time to translate them into words. I can’t quite find the right words. I keep it all in my head. The writer’s block is so real, and just like unrequited love; the more...
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I Started A Joke
by SIXPEGSI started a joke which started the whole world crying But I didn’t see that the joke was on me I started to cry which started the whole world laughing If I’d only seen that the joke was on me I looked at the skies running my hands over my eyes And I fell out of bed hurting my head from things that I...
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Stage 4, going on 5.
by SIXPEGSThis is me. 3:30am, lying in my own bed, still feeling a little intoxicated from the couple of glasses of red wine and good company I had a couple of hours ago. Last time I checked, I was still feeling all perked up and chirpy, but it almost always changes for the worse in the wee hours when I’m at home all alone. The soft crackling...
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Another
by SIXPEGSIn the season of alonedom, lonely hearts gather; fearfully, innately, with each other as they falter. Some seek a shoulder, some, a pair of open arms, but me, a pursuit, to rekindle my charms. We search for answers from stories others tell, but alas, wilting hearts, equal love's like universe in parallel.