These dark nights invite me
To lay on its warm lap,
To leave all the pain,
All the suffering,
All the goals
Behind
And
Rest for a little moment.
Sleep, Oh dear!

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the warmth it provided one day.
I was cold and lonely and this was my only support then.
Now torn and withered it is just hanging as a piece of my collection.

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create a public forum where people
will be able to interact more with each other and share their views on something they are trying to write. It will help writers to complete their works and others will feel a connection with the post. It will also stop the follow-unfollow games.

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acting as me.
I'm tired of
being the ideal me.
I'm tired of
being the perfect me.
I want to be me
just me.

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If you are sure to dare,
You should not care...

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Those prying eyes
Watching everything I do.
Save me from
Those rigid hands
Controlling everything I work.
Save me from
Those orthodox minds
Affecting everything I think.
Please, save me from myself.

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