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Photo by  Matteo Kutufa  on  Unsplash Why  do you  go to that same place time and time again? You  circle the premises of an abandoned place that remains bypassed You circle the premises search for the broken and seek to bring  together fragments of their broken hearts Why do you go against the flow why do you love the broken, with the shattered heart? I tried and failed to follow your soul, one that endured and collected bits and pieces of the broken One that endured and never could turn a blind eye on a passerby's pain

Photo by  Manouchehr Hejazi  on  Unsplash “ Possessed ” | 9 out of 365 A pursuit of what you imagined was real, of what others tried to conceal You have been repressed and put your voyage on hold, but you had fought back had shed that weight that made you feel  as if you were possessed you had fought back you knew  that you could prevail you’re on a voyage to abolish that distorted hiss, and to evoke the inner peace you can  expose others’ tales conquer the despair and fulfiil your desires @presnyakov.julia

Photo by  Nong Vang  on  Unsplash “ Nevermore ” | 8 out of 365 Untold anecdotes, pages and pages of what we  once were, recollections we no longer had shared memories   nevermore remained the same nevermore pictured what  we might have had memories  had transformed throughout time shifted their shape enabling our grand escape anecdotes of self-reflection and regret, unveiling unbounded passion that had begun with  a premature impulsion @p resnyakov.julia

Is there any antidote to the engulfing sorrow? Downbeat, I was unable to flee from the ravages of my own dolor I was fumbling to find a light rummaging for a crescent moon or a hidden star I was fumbling to find a light that will point to my freedom to a place distant from the lurking inner scars Yet, I was unable to flee from my own scars, as the freezing embrace of the darkness gently steered me towards my own madness

You said you were sorry, that you’d make amends, but, all you ever did was to trip over the threshold instead Your love was unwieldy, as you kept tripping over the same distorted threshold, as if you’d never looked ahead, only broke your promises instead That distorted threshold, was inherently corrupt, I knew it your love to me was oddly abrupt I should have known it As you kept breaking your promises, pushing me slowly further and further away I should have known it I was passionately taking part in your vigorous play of deceit

It’d been a while that your soul had been dispirited, The convergence of your dreams relied on the fleeting phantoms’ screams You tried to elude your inner world and break away from the senselessness You put your previous life on hold and just ran into the cold You tried to evoke a sense of being as the heedlessness was everywhere, Soundly creeping in, Someday, Your soul would be entangled inside your own built walls.