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Daily Writing Prompt Stop Auditioning for Other People’s Problems
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Como decirte que te amo,si todo ya ha pasado.Al verte con el otro,quiero gritar y olvidar el pasado.¡Qué amor tan olvidado! ¿Quién seré si no fuera yo?Al mirar la luna, me pregunto yo:morir, vivir o discutir.Yo prefiero el metal y sangrar hasta morir. Yo, al nacer, me despedí.Y no te halagues, no era por ti.Tal…
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I am protective of my tiny heart.After all, my ego was shot.Left are the scars,memories of lovers left afar. I ponder sometimeswhat could have been.I always know my dreams;They never deliver the win. But I only have one goal,and it’s knowing myself more.Maybe I will never achieve it.Maybe one day I will succeed. Parted ways…
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It finally clicked why my ex still lives rent free in my head even though she broke the sink. She isn’t the only tenant. The place is packed. Literature occupies half the rooms. Philosophy keeps strange hours. The Iliad and The Odyssey won’t stop arguing in the hallway while Pablo Neruda and Octavio Paz watch.…
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Everyone says my ex lives rent free in my head. And yeah, not gonna lie, after 4 years, going on 5, it still reigns true. But the real problem is she broke the bathroom sink. The apartment in my head used to be in decent shape. Nice paint, nice fixtures, almost immaculate up until recently.…
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In the Style of Cannock Chase It’s raining outside, As time keeps passing by. Still I drift to sleep, A million dreams at a time. Sometimes I understand why, But when I close my eyes, It doesn’t matter why Only the things I love in life. Ah, da-da-da La-da-da, la-da-da La-da-da, da-da-da Da-da, da-da-da Da-da-da…
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BEFORE Years ago life was always about:“This is who I am.”“I try and I always fail.”“Why try when we all die?”I wore those words like chains.I patched the broken links.Tightened the noose.Maintained the prison.Called it destiny. TONIGHT But tonight it is about:“Why am I still carrying this?”“Why do I keep asking the same questions?”The ex.The…
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A part of this, a part of that Lonely on my keyboard I depart Thoughts always invade my mind I breathe, I die inside while alive Memories come and take away Joy and feelings of the day The house feels like a museum of things I’m trying to fix, but the cracks are all inside.…
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Drifting in the rain, The cold is honest—no more pain. I look to the sky, feel alive again. My feet are lead, My heart’s misfiring, My past is a ghost, still conspiring. No one hears the crying, The silence feels like dying. But one more time, let me fall. I didn’t intend it this way.…
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The world is a relentless salesman, peddling the “more”—more coin in the pocket, more titles on the door, more noise to drown out the ringing in your ears. It tells you that if you just swallow enough, if you consume the horizon, you’ll finally be full. So you feast. You take it all in until…
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I met you in the raw—no place for lies that time.It was the gravitas, the maybes that pulled me in,but it was the final “fuck you too” that tore us apart. You hated that I found myself in the bottle,yet you never really found yourself at all.We both drifted like sea trash,clutching at whatever wreckage…
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Woke up like a wet tissue—used, abused, and chewed up by allergy season. Eyes tearing up, not from grief, just from not sleeping right. I had the plan. I was going to training, head home, and prime the soffit. The vision was immaculate. I was ready to pull a “Not Today, Satan” on the whole…
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I’m not sure when it happened, but it came like a breeze. From one era to the next, I stopped doing a lot of the things I used to love. I don’t know if I let outside forces influence me, or if it was always me—the one who slowly let go. I remember buying a…
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A few days ago, I was out here scouring the earth for some RAM for my Project EliteDesk… and let me tell you something… It’s a full-on battlefield out there. You got entire armies: From trash to gold, and somehow… 👉 it all still blows. 🪖 Phase 1: Facebook Marketplace (The Wild West) First stop?…
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The clock is tickingMy time is nowI think of the pastBut I am no longer bound The flashes come inThe anger risesWhen I think of youI get hot flashes Only this angstIs what keeps me aliveEvery dayJust another reason to survive When I look in the mirrorWho do you think I see? A ghost?A victim?Somebody…
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