• Alex Antally


worrying is a privilege of the living,

and if I'm not living right now,

if I'm only existing,

what does that make me?

Not alive but existing,

like a torn flower that fades,

my petals are darker than yesterday.

worrying is a privilege of the living,

isn't it?

- Alex Antally 🌸

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She wrote about you, on every bus stop she came across, on the subway somewhere in downtown Manhattan, on top of the Empire State Building, on that sidewalk in Queens, she wrote about you, wishing you

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we have no ending You and I even with a said goodbye our wounds keep mending until we break each others hearts I wonder why for all my life we do this every time - Alex Antally 🌸


she texted again yet another early morning nobody needed a warning it was for attention with bad intention getting herself involved in a situation she didn’t even need to be apart of a poem she doesn’

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