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Sometimes we know what we have to do, but it hurts so much to leave. It’s not until the pain becomes unbearable that the decision is forced to either lose yourself or lose the person that you love. Tragically no matter which exit you choose, a part of you is forever left behind. ~badpoet. (Pic by @kevseto)

Sometimes we know what we have to do, but it hurts so much to leave. It’s not until the pain becomes unbearable that the decision is forced to either lose yourself or lose the person that you love. Tragically no matter which exit you choose, a part of you is forever left behind. ~badpoet. (Pic by @kevseto) 2018-02-27T03:25:56+00:00

Sometimes underneath it all is something so beautiful we never let see the light of day. In that moment we are that beauty and that beauty is us… and all we feel is peace. ~badpoet.

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Sometimes underneath it all is something so beautiful we never let see the light of day. In that moment we are that beauty and that beauty is us… and all we feel is peace. ~badpoet. 2018-02-11T00:18:27+00:00

We all start relationships or friendships with great hope and promise, sometimes along the way that essence is lost. That effort gets pulled away, unnoticeable at first – until little by little there becomes nothing left. Then it becomes hard to save, because you can’t save something that is no longer there. ~badpoet.

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We all start relationships or friendships with great hope and promise, sometimes along the way that essence is lost. That effort gets pulled away, unnoticeable at first – until little by little there becomes nothing left. Then it becomes hard to save, because you can’t save something that is no longer there. ~badpoet. 2018-02-11T00:20:00+00:00

Born and raised in Toronto, I began writing poetry, fiction and songs from the time I was a child. At night I would hide under the blankets with a flashlight and read for hours, words inspired me in a way nothing else could… ~badpoet.

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Born and raised in Toronto, I began writing poetry, fiction and songs from the time I was a child. At night I would hide under the blankets with a flashlight and read for hours, words inspired me in a way nothing else could… ~badpoet. 2018-02-11T00:13:15+00:00