Cassiel Smith
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With the waning light of dreams,
Two selves meet in silent shouts.
The past and the present clash,
In a dialogue where the truth is concealed.
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The broken ones, they might say, are the ones you should be the most afraid of.
They walked the night with no light and found the way on their own.
Flayed by their demons and battled with the inner strife.
And now, gradually, they rose out of the depths to rejoice in life.
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Within the depths of a deranged romance's throes,
Figures lurk in which sanity in no way goes.
One, a sadist with eyes of twisted pleasure,
The other, a masochist, craving the night.
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Inside the stillness of the night time, I wander aimlessly,
Your touch, a distant memory, a dwindled reverie.
Can you hold close my hand within the silence of our residing?
Or does solitude cloak you, its spell compelling?
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In the rhythm of the march, the drum beats loud,
As we bury our doubts beneath a shroud.
Tomorrow's regrets we dare no longer confess,
Within the chaos, we try to suppress.
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In shadows deep, where no light shines bright,
A soul trapped inside its own endless night.
The weight of silence, a burden to endure,
Invisible chains, too heavy to bear.
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Within the shadows of a home that feels like a tomb,
In which whispers of ache linger in every room,
I grew up bearing the weight of despair,
A fragile soul misplaced in a world unfair.
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She'll come again as fire, a tempest untamed,
To scorch the lies that others proclaimed,
A blaze that dances, fierce and wild,
A burning truth that cannot be defiled.
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In the shadows of a broken home,
Where grief and suffering roam free.
A daughter's heart, a beautiful dove,
Beaten and bruised by the love of a father.
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Conversations With My Past
With the waning light of dreams,
Two selves meet in silent shouts.
The past and the present clash,
In a dialogue where the truth is concealed.
Old Me talks in a tired tone,
Wanting to pierce through the background.
'Can we talk? ' the cry echoes.
Lost hopes reverberate all around.
Present me, with a guarded heart.
refuses to let the past repeat itself.
'Nah, I don't wanna talk right now, '
Heavy words with a silent vow.
Old Me, weary and desperate,
Screams silently, abandoned.
'I've been pleading, let me out! '
But Present Me clings to uncertainty.
'I was protecting you, ' Present Me says in defense.
Slowly, walls of seclusion descend.
'Nobody accepted, only rejected, '
An unpleasant reality, unadjusted.
Old Me, battered and broken,
Feels burdened by tarnished defenses.
'Everyone could, except for you, '
A painful and long-overdue truth.
'You built walls, hid in shame, '
Old Me speaks, voice burning.
'I'm simply a passing memory,
'Erased by time, day by day.'
Present me, with eyes cast down,
Hears the echo of a silent frown.
'The world made me hit my limit.
And then I grew distant, unwilling to admit it.'
'We're both broken, ' Old Me sighs,
In the area that contains truth.
'My heart's open, yours is closing,
However, I remain here, ever-imposing.'
'I don't give a damn if my heart is frozen! '
Present Me cries, emotion selected.
'I had to free myself from the pain.'
'Even if it meant losing you again.'
Old Me, pleading in a whisper,
Begs to be released, to heal.
'See a therapist, acknowledge the reality,
Or we'll continue to fade away, like lost children.'
'I'm sick of hiding it, ' acknowledges Present Me.
In the silence where darkness resides.
'But the more I do this, the more you fade away.
And I'm searching desperately for the self we betrayed.'
In the silence of their mutual hopelessness,
Two selves, both bare, stand together.
The past and the present are entangled,
In an undefined conversation.
A mournful cry, an enduring appeal,
For reconciliation, to set them free.
Amidst the echoes of their broken past,
A ray of hope that was meant to last.
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Cassiel Smith Quotes
It was her chaos that made her beautiful. -Atticus
Scars are not your shame, they are your tapestry of self.
I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days, to our very last tomorrows.
I let her go because I knew she could do better and now she's gone I wonder if I should've just been better.
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