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March 17, 2019
Ciudad de Guatemala, Guatemala

He tomado estos días para mi, he permanecido en silencio cuando por dentro estoy gritando sin que nadie lo perciba.

Ha sido difícil controlar el nudo en la garganta y disimular los ojos vidriosos... el cansancio mental por no parar de pensar en tantas cosas.

Hoy, un fin de semana, sola en casa. Dándome mi tiempo y mi espacio.

Ya no me importa si mi celular vibra o no, ya no espero nada de ella ni de nadie.

Aún siento que estoy matando mis sentimientos y a la vez me estoy muriendo.

Estoy a pocos pasos de arder para siempre, el fénix más fuerte se aproxima...!

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March 16, 2019
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I consider you one of the many
Loves of my life for almost eight years.

Now I can never forgive you for the things you have done,
But you still hold a crumb of my shriveled heart.

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March 15, 2019
 

My knees ache when it is cold.
I'm too young to be this old,
but entropy has taken hold
and it's all downhill from here.

My failures pile up on me
and weigh me down like gravity.
Time will never set me free,
so I wait in growing fear.

I need to take some action,
act upon some primal passion:
anger, loss, fear, attraction-
anything just to be moving.

I just want to be alive
I just want to be alive
I just want to be alive
I just want to be alive
I just want to be happy

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March 16, 2019
 

I wish I knew you.

I wish I knew you before all of your pain. I wonder what kind of person you would be today, instead of the one I don't know today. I wish I knew you back when the wind blew hard and the rain poured down on us. Before morning coffee and on Sundays. I wish I knew you when you are alone. I wish I knew you before everything you say is a lie and all of the addiction. I wish I knew what you say to Her instead of Me.

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March 16, 2019
 

Tonight, Ill cry myself to sleep
You don’t hug me like you used to
Do you even know I’m laying here?
I turn over and try to remember how it was
You lay there but it still feels like an empty bed
I could go to the other room,
But it’s just as lonely there
Tomorrow, I’ll wake and pretend that everything is fine
and that I’m doing alright,
Even though tonight,
I’ll cry myself to sleep...

HEARTBREAK
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March 16, 2019
 

It's an addiction. A very ugly addiction

Once you do it, you want more.
You can't stop. A voice in your head keeps haunting you. "Do it" it whispers. And you do it

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March 15, 2019
 

Sometimes the circles under her eyes glow.
But they are something her face will always show.
Pain is something that has been embedded in her soul.
Piece by piece her beauty they stole.
The beatings she took, you will never know, because she swore if she survived she'd never tell a soul.
The things she went through would have killed most, I swear I know.
Locking herself in the bathroom she would sit thinking she was alone.
I sat on the other side of the door praying this time she would let go.
Hours felt like days....
Years.... She lived life this way.
I'd catch a glimpse of her through the keyhole,
She took so much....
I thought blue was a skin tone.
Every excuse...
I heard at least twice...

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March 15, 2019
 

All we are,
you and I,
arms and limbs,
pumping hearts;
red river coursing
through our veins.

Walking different roads,
step strides on paths
where our feet takes us
towards the same destination.

Time will come,
breath shall escape
to deflate our lungs;
full-stop journeys where we shall all lie supine.

The  warm earth
welcomes all
in the end.

- Soulhearts

#equality #lovenothate

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March 16, 2019
 

          Three's a Crowd

The three of us sit, at a table for two.
Sipping cheap wine, avoiding eye contact.
We raise a silent toast to Us.
To you, to me, and to your Pain.

I don't ask you about the scars on your wrists.
You don't tell me about the nightmare you had last night.
Only your Pain speaks, in silence.
And in silence, it devours our love.

I try to slide my hands across the table,
And hold your shaking palm.
But Pain, that strict chaperone, strikes it down,
And asks me to behave.

You crumble in my embrace,
And I, armed with all my words,
Fail to put your broken pieces together.
Pain takes pride in its jigsaw puzzle and orders for the cheque.

A familiar song plays in the backgr...

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March 15, 2019
 

#pain
Pain caused Illness and there is one illness which is hidden, a person doesn't know whether he/she dealing with it or not. An illness where a person is trapped, bound and suffer by themselves and that is mental illness.
Killing each day,
Fighting every moment,
Finding answers,
Anxiously finding own selves,
Failing,
Screaming inside,
Making a web of thousand questions which can't be answered,
Questioning about identities,
Self-doubts,
Don't know whether you are surviving or suffering.
The MENTAL ILLNESS kills you deep inside.
Leave some marks which are hideous.
If anyone suffering from mental illness I will help them.
I want to tell them I am here. Just near to you. Hearing all your tho...

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March 15, 2019
 

#weeklychallenge
- Masterpiece
- Toxic
- Field

On a field of red roses and green grass,
Just lay with me without reminding the hours,
I am selfish for the happiness of holding your hand,
How toxic it is to sleep with an unloved heart.
I took another step of chasing you,
Changed location of my emotions from happy to sorrow,
I was lying on the same bed as a masterpiece of your rebound,
There was nothing left in me to give except hatred in our house.
Questions remain unanswered,
Trust shaken,
Nothing felt like tears to flow on my ground.
Why there has to be an end when you want to live high,
Why there is less love when I  give everything which stands by my side?

Nidar

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March 15, 2019
 

#WEEN I WAS

When I was small
Sex was to define my gender
When I have grown
It has to be told in secret

When I was small
They loved my smile
When I have grown
They loved my curviness

When I was small
I laughed for happiness
When I have grown
I laughed to hide my pain
                             - Soul-itude

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March 14, 2019
Ciudad de Guatemala, Guatemala

Grises
En automático
Por instinto
Por costumbre
Así he catalogado estos días...

La tristeza que siento va conmigo como una sombra que por más que la noche llegue no la disuelve.

He llorado en silencio,
Extraño en silencio,
El amor que aún siento grita en agonía queriendo existir... lo estoy matando... y yo estoy muriendo.

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March 14, 2019
 

A virgin mother

A fragile life forms,
nestled safely within the lining
of a young woman's womb.
Away from the old-fashioned noise,
of prying eyes and obstinate minds,
already projecting unwanted advice.
Planting landmines
of self-doubt,
bashing down doors,
barging into the room,
where the mother-to-be
is down on her knees,
praying she can stay strong,
until her baby is born.
While walls of confidence
crumble, tumble, to the floor.

Months pass slowly,
labour quickly approaches.
Unforgiving voices hack away at dreams and hopes.
Voices of the people she depends upon the most.
Choices left and right,
difficult to decide.
To be sliced open layer by layer,
or push through an opening centim...

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March 14, 2019
 

You gave me a lesson that I didn’t want to learn, you gave me a growth that I feel Iam not ready for . You left me with a question instead of answer . Of course it hurts when I realised Iam not as important to you. But I understood that, when I love more than they deserve they’ll probably hurt me more than I deserve . I learnt that I lost   Someone who didn’t love me but she lost someone who truly loved her . Hope this one ending chapter excite me to turn to fresh chapter in my life
#fedupmind

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March 14, 2019
 

I have been punishing myself badly over time that I've wasted on people who didn't deserve it.
I wish I could take it all back and spend it better.
I feel bad because I missed moments with my loved ones, over people who weren't worth it
But at least I'm grateful to spending time with them now, and making better choices

I hope I never let these demons take over me ever again

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March 14, 2019
 

"I still remember you my beloved one ,we were just teenagers and circumstances separate us , we could live our lives together , but when someone it's too young to realize many things can go wrong in life"  
              Luv$n♡₩

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March 13, 2019
 

Sometimes we spend so much time healing other people’s wounds, that we don’t realize that we are the one who’s bleeding.

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March 11, 2019
 

a porcupine has made its home
in my chest.
it prefers to be
lulled to sleep by
complacency.
when i step out of the box
it awakens,
its quills impaling my breast
until I return where i belong.
& even though
i go dizzy from holding my breath
so as not to disturb,
i find some kind of strange
pleasure in the company.

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March 13, 2019
 

Que triste ser el mejor amig@, el ver cómo se enamora y como se desilusiona de cada persona que le ilusiona, le enamora y le promete felicidad, y ahí estás sin poder opinar todo lo que piensas, observando detalles y a veces creando hipótesis sobre lo que le pasa...
Y entonces, también comienzas a ser invisible, y le entiendes, eres su "mejor amig@" pero no quien tiene su corazón, hasta que le vuelven a lastimar y regresa a ti, con ganas de que le ayudes a sanar sus heridas, pero sin importar las tuyas...
Pero no pasa nada y no te quejas, porque a veces (siempre) antepones su felicidad por la tuya, y aunque no lo vea, sabes que estará ahí (o no) para tí.
¿Que triste, no?

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