No amount of chocolate will be able to heal
the broken parts that tear the soul apart.
Happiness isn’t real. It was doomed from the start.
No amount of wishing will bring the one who was lost
There’s no walking it out and no doing it at all costs,
because, frankly, before I can be my best self I should live as my worst.
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Sailing through emotions, letting them flow out as words, I'm charting the waters of life and writing as I venture.
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