Whatever will be, will be.

My name is Maddy.

I write poetry, sleep all day long, and sometime watch Lord of the Rings.

Sometimes I'm overwhelmed by this anxiety that has nestled itself in my head, but I am learning I am stronger than I think. Yahweh is Lord.
~ Wednesday, February 15 ~
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you’ve already moved on

by m.f. numbers

these bones will someday turn to dust
while your eyes glaze over with lust
this body is broken
this soul is wearing thin
bones protruding
hands shaken
this blood is running dry
and I can still hear your goodbye
echoing in my ears
a confirmation of my fears
and you never even looked behind you
to tell me were through
and you told me not to be scared
to give my love to you
and I had to learn the hard way
how you never really cared


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