u/Hefty_Tumbleweed8178

Angelica

Her name is Angelica.

Shes me but she's not.

Wispy eyelashes.

Chocolate brown hair that curls up at the edges.

Smells of floral and Weeping Willow leaves.

The edges of her aura are faded like a dream.

And she lives within my mind.

Tucked safe between the seams.

She's got a certain something.

Something I've long forgotten.

Her voice is far away.

A few feet underwater.

Her eyes are never glossy.

And she's a better daughter.

Angelica, angel, how much i wish to be her.

Until then, i hope for when,

And behind my eyes i dream her.

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u/Hefty_Tumbleweed8178 — 16 hours ago

One little thing

Something small.

Tattered and worn.

Covered in dust.

Delicate and torn.

Ripped to shreds.

Stepped on and bruised.

Wedged in a corner.

Forgotten and used.

A wisp of what was.

A collection of voices.

A bit of fuzzy memory.

And a lot of bad choices.

Tiny and unrecognizable.

Hanging on by a string.

Please come and hold me.

Please.

Just one little thing.

Feedback

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u/Hefty_Tumbleweed8178 — 17 hours ago

I started 5mg 4 days ago. So far I've felt the usual nausea, some fatigue, the common stuff.

But I'm also feeling some other stuff. I feel restless, occasionally really hyper, my muscles keep twitching and wanting to move, and i feel hyper-aware of my body and everything to do with it. Im switching my dose to be taken at night to see if it helps. Has anyone else experienced this?

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u/Hefty_Tumbleweed8178 — 16 days ago

Scraps of starlight collected

Swept into a pile.

Mushed into a mold of hope.

Baked into a smile.

Prayer shimmers in the air.

Pennies wet with wishes.

Alarms are set for 11:11.

Dreams are dreamt of kisses.

She kneels on her bed.

Hands folded, arms down.

Footsteps chasing four leaf clovers.

Anything to turn it all around.

Rabbits foot clipped on a purse.

Fingers always crossed.

Every star hopeful to fall.

She injects luck into her veins.

Avoids the side walk cracks

Her umbrella stays closed

Mirror taped together in the hall

She vomits shamrocks

Yet the bad luck still claws her back

One more clover

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u/Hefty_Tumbleweed8178 — 22 days ago