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Short poem.
Frustration of writersblock, you could say.
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you decide.
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You set me on fire, set me free
Burning inside, burning out
I never screamed for Mercy
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I stick it at my skin
pierce every inch
sad to say, it still
doesn't change things
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I am the daughter
you left behind
countless times
I am the sister
you left bruised
in hallways of
our childhood
I am the twice shy l..
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Nearly sixteen, I pace the city
streets and admire from afar
what is long gone, in your arms
warmth and love and lust all
mixed up, we even fo..
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Lost and forgotten
I must’ve seemed
Speaking of this
We reminisce
Red truck, pick me up
Forget me not, long walks
Parking lots, disc..
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piss away the day
piss away the days,
why couldn't you stay?
piss away the week
piss away the weeks,
I'm getting weaker,
piss away th..
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hisses escaping worn lips
I try to find the reasons why
I get this feeling deep inside
that overflows, like nothing I could ever describe
ind..
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Lay with me
Say my prayers, I have
Their nothing but empty letters in God’s hands
Those words, I once said
No effort intended, heart fel..
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