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He holds me in his arms and calms the wounded child deep inside me. I hold him back as though my life depends on it. He whispers in my ea..

Sometimes people are so filthy and we love it or hate it.

Sorrow , Sorrow My minds eye closes and I am blind. I regress to sucking my thumb to pass the time. Sorrow, Sorrow My soul has been consumed by m..

about a broken heart and leaving a abusive relationship.

I set my instrument of death next to the soap dish. The warm waters relaxes me as I take my final breaths. I have marked my incisions upward along ..

For the women that get lost in the streets to violence.

Angels walk beside me protecting me with there wings the often hide me. I walk a narrow path on deaths branch and dance with the devil ..

manic panic.

I take a medication that makes me pace....this poem is based on that.

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