The days
I expect them, wait for them
And when they pass, I realise
They're dead days
Gone and lost,
Rotten days
And of them too many,
That have been too much
I mourn them still
Karl Bryullov, ‘Last Day of Pompeii’, (Details)
— Virginia Woolf
"To forget, to forget ...", Vahan Teryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)
Charles Bukowski, "young men," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire
Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies
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My knees buckle,
My mind, it bends
My mouth stumbles
Over the words it borrows
From others with less sorrows
Louise Glück, from ""Averno", Averno
●a way to let go of my thoughts because I fear they might crush me● ||they/them||
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