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Come listen to my truest thoughts, my truest feelings.
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Looking at yourself honestly: your lies, your guilt, your darkest reflections. 17 poems live in this room.
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Every poem gathered beneath this lyric.
No. 21
The shards that slice your hands
Each pivotal moment, Each crucial scene, frozen in time, Buried deep beneath the protective membrane
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No. 108
The unexpected voice only sounds familiar
The unexpected voice only sounds familiar because it rings through the darkness like the choice—the choice that should have killed you.
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No. 112
The dream
The plan and execution— A fool's errand: demanded retribution. A lust for justice that only exists,
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No. 7
Or leave before you
What if you got so good at lying That they could just float out of you And fly away and pop
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No. 9
Yet the surface still, remains so perfect
The surface of the giant lake before you Is so still, Its reflection—
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No. 12
Those wounds stung
There will come a time When you must walk with the weight
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No. 24
The soft shadow
You see the shadow of the Ghost in front of you, and feel its presence behind your back.
Read The soft shadow →
No. 26
Tangled up inside
It's not someone else's job To find the thread that wove the web
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No. 31
The real prison
Don't let your power of choice be consumed by the bitterness and frustration
Read The real prison →
No. 37
So use your own
You never yearned to hear another voice But your mother's,
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No. 39
Don't let it build
There are so many reasons. It can build up inside of you like trash slowly filling an empty garbage can.
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No. 43
Think deeply before you
Think deeply before you slip on that sheath, for so often the cover you
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No. 45
The life that you escaped
A thousand fun-house mirrors arrayed Around you, reflecting the fragmented Selves you wished you were,
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No. 55
Revisit the darkness
What force draws you back to walk the winding tunnel of those old blocks,
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No. 62
Indistinguishable from silence
Sometimes the screams grow so loud The sound becomes indistinguishable from silence
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No. 90
Freeze-frames
Each of the freeze-frames of your worst moments dance in front of the mirror as it sparkles
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No. 106
Don't fucking listen.
You don't have to lie. Your truth is a flawless silhouette in a blacktop dream,
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