Rosa Flintholm

Late at night,
when I wander in the hallways.
I feel like a ghost,
haunting only myself,
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Something must've went wrong.
Already at birth I suppose, a terrible mistake must've been made.
Something is horribly wrong, she's only 14.
She's still a kid.
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We are like shells
Pretty and unique on the outside.
Filled with life on the inside.
Unfortunately mine has grown hollow.
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Why are the thoughts so loud.
There is not enough room in my head for them.
It seems like they're spilling out and flooding everywhere.
Every inch of my room is covered in my thoughts now.
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My room is strangely empty,
Just like me
sorry that wasn't funny.
Not funny, just facts
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The sudden feeling you get when you wake up a Thursday morning and realise spring has finally come.
Even before your eyes have opened, you can hear the sweet sound of birds singing.
The light shines through your curtains and you get the slightest feeling of warmth from the sun on your face.
You get the sweetest hints of the scent from flowers and grass.
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I just wanna have someone to love.
I'm not asking for someone to love me back, not necessarily.
I want someone who tells me about her problems, and I'll try my best to help her.
I wanna lay on my bedroom floor and hear about her favorite songs, then analyse them completely till I've learned something new about her.
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I feel an awful lot.
I'm unsure if my feelings have changed.
They're still there, the feelings.
I wish I could feel less, this is slowly yet surely, getting too unbearable.
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The hugs that linger a tad longer than usual.
The silent sound of them reassuring me; It'll be alright.
The searching look they give me, looking for something on my face.
A glimpse of something that'll give them something to work with.
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I find it strange,
how it is at night my most poetic thoughts appear.
It makes me wonder,
does the moon know?
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