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Normal User Poem
The Stars.
They are like holes in the deep of darkness,
Through which our little hope escapes,
The hope that helps us survive...
In a world full of irony.
Copyright © Normal User | Year Posted 2025
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Normal User Poem
I feel your presence.
I hear your voice in the early morning.
I swore to you I'd be okay...
but this emptiness
doesn't help at all.
It's an abyss.
And no one will ever
be able to fill it.
Copyright © Normal User | Year Posted 2025
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Normal User Poem
I hate feeling this emptiness, though not as much as when I have this living being by my side,
It may not fill all that emptiness, but at least it makes it less visible.
Perhaps I can't express my emotions as the 'current society' expects,
Although I know they will never come out, trapped by being just another 'psychopath',
Marked by a trauma that
Society will never understand,
Of which I couldn’t care less about their opinion.
I feel that losing this living being of mine
Makes me feel impulses that I try to hold back for the damage
They might cause.
Copyright © Normal User | Year Posted 2025
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Normal User Poem
For love, we cross fire without flames,
we carry emptiness as if they were promises.
Sometimes, we die without blood or scream,
just to touch a moment
of that long-awaited love,
as if salvation lived within it
from a life
that has been somber and empty.
Copyright © Normal User | Year Posted 2025
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