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you almost seem / like your teardrops are your / sympathies / and you cry over all your broken dreams / but they suddenly it's day.
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There’s a place in between where my vertebrae meet
And the notochord supplying a small speck
Of pain in my lower back that
Makes my eyes wate..
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"There's
so much sadness here
and so much hurt."
"I want, in a way,
to take a lighter to these pages."
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"Sometimes, you make me feel like throwing up."
I blinked, frowned, and looked up from my survey. "What?"
She shrugged in thought. "Like, you make..
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some things. written around last week, but posting now because I like it better now. I was sort of on the fence about putting it in my journal thing o..
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hard to believe I've written 140 poems. I'm glad. maybe one day I can make a book of these for myself? I'd...really like to do that, now...
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I scuff the ground with my shoe and then draw the gun from my hoodie. I point the barrel directly at the taller one's head, and grin when they flinch...
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My fingers are numb. I don't know when I started playing, but all I know is that I haven't stopped.
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"opening with a flick of the wrist;
the knife shines in the pale of the night.
steady hand and a firm shove
to the ground, the palms of my hands me..
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I feel like I'm stuck between two walls
it's quiet here, and no one's around
but don't worry, I'm not suffocating,
I just feel like I'm powerless..
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