Category: poetry
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September 10, 2020
People die in silence everyday and yet here we are foolishly trying to convince them that there is no reason to feel sad or they’re either too young to be suicidal. We’ve heard families convincing each other not to be depressed but rather feel grateful, and friends faking sympathy with barely any idea about what…
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September 10, 2020
People die in silence everyday and yet here we are foolishly trying to convince them that there is no reason to feel sad or they’re either too young to be suicidal. We’ve heard families convincing each other not to be depressed but rather feel grateful, and friends faking sympathy with barely any idea about what…
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To be a human
When we wonder about the hollowness and curiosity we hold. We realize that we are such a complex being that needs more than just food and water to survive. We need love and longings. And perhaps somewhere, in a far away place with a little cottage and vintage curtains, a part of us lives there…
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CONSONANCE
sometimes in september. i hear you.even if i know that you aren’t here anymore. then there is this urge to climb up the thorns, break down these walls and reach out for the harmony. but at the same time. being alive isn’t the same as wanting to live in house without walls and watch a…
Prena Poetry 