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I feel it sliding down my chest
Into my stomach
The acids gnaw at it
Causing me pain
Tears
This 'it' is my heart
My heart as it sinks
Weighted with sadness
With disappointment
Even my strong heart can't bare it
As the sadness forces its way through the cracks in my armour
Even now
When I should be happy for so many reasons
I'm not
This sadness gnaws at my heart
My bones
My soul
Leaving me as an empty shell
Into my stomach
The acids gnaw at it
Causing me pain
Tears
This 'it' is my heart
My heart as it sinks
Weighted with sadness
With disappointment
Even my strong heart can't bare it
As the sadness forces its way through the cracks in my armour
Even now
When I should be happy for so many reasons
I'm not
This sadness gnaws at my heart
My bones
My soul
Leaving me as an empty shell
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One Last Moment (EdmundxReader oneshot)
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that", Edmund said at once.
You replied, "You shouldn't be sorry for telling the truth. After all, you and Lucy can't stay in Narnia forever…Narnia could never take the place of your true home."
You gave him a sad smile and tried to turn away, only to no avail when he saw your eyes beginning to water. He quickly sat down on the sand with you and wrapped his arms around you.
"Come with me then", he pleaded.
"I cannot."
And before he could ask you why, Iyou said, "I used to feel in my world that no one really understood me. I never really fit in, and I always thought that there was something missing. I
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Green Is The Colour
“But I want red and gold!” Thor’s face turned to one of petulance and he crossed his arms, giving his younger brother a sidelong glance before looking at his mother again.
“I know, darling, but we always have those colours – they are your father’s, after all!”
“And one day they will be mine!” Whined Thor. He clenched his fists and punched the air, “One day, when I am King, red and gold will decorate the whole of Asgard!”
Loki looked to the floor. He had no chance. Thor was on his usual rant and would soon start to mention his rights as the older brother and heir to the Thron
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Why is all my poetry sad you ask?
Because sadness is my motive. And I am generally sad.
Because sadness is my motive. And I am generally sad.
© 2010 - 2024 LadyLewind
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:hugg: xx 
this makes me think ur depressed, I hpe ur okay 
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this makes me think ur depressed, I hpe ur okay X