Unsplash I wonder, when will my mouth stop giving away pieces of myself just to keep someone else whole? I’ve been taught to bend, to make room for others, even when my body aches from holding so much weight that isn’t mine. No, I want to say, but the word is stuck in my throat, lodged between guilt and the fear of what if they feel hurt. One day, I’ll learn to say “NO” and mean it. ©Sup_holster

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Unsplash I wonder, when will my mouth stop giving away pieces of myself just to keep someone else whole? I’ve been taught to bend, to make room for others, even when my body aches from holding so much weight that isn’t mine. No, I want to say, but the word is stuck in my throat, lodged between guilt and the fear of what if they feel hurt. One day, I’ll learn to say “NO” and mean it. ©Sup_holster

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White We set fireworks in twilight for the sparks to hit the earth with us apart. My hands held on to yours for them to despise the feel of their own skin. We strolled in the drizzle for me to abhor Spring's warmth and orange tint. You kissed a life-to-be into my lips for me to hate everything that has been. ©Sup_holster

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White out of the pain that covers me right of the tears rolling from cheek to cheek i thank GOD whoever might he be for lifting up weights off my neck during the times when i felt weak believed in god to keep me awake during the months of sleepless nights screwing my life for couple of lies under the winds of unbearable pain kept trying but never complained And i've remained myself me but nobody else.. it matters not how i lived in a lies since no-one can close my sparkling eyes i'm used to this my life is a sad poem a poem which goes on and on boundaries or troubles i survived it by my own ! situation means nothing i care no more there's a warrior inside whom i thoroughly adore here's a man of identity fighting so hard until reaching his destiny ! ©Sup_holster

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Too much rain loosens trees. In the hills giant oaks fall upon their knees. You can touch parts you have no right to— places only birds should fly to. ©Sup_holster

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White How many pictures do you take before you find the one like? How many poses do you change? How many angles do you try? How many filters do you put on? How many details do you crop? How many pictures do you delete before you get that one perfect shot? How many different spots do you try? How many smiles do you fake? How many flaws do you edit? How much effort do you make? Just to open Instagram, and find someone to compare Just to feel bad afterwards, because you are still nothing close to her ©Sup_holster

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