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I am addicted to people.
The way they can smile at you and automatically
make your day.
The way they charm their lovers,
pouring t..
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Spoon-fed labels of being too ugly, too fat, too worthless, too not-good-enoughLittle boys and little girlstousled hair and ribboned curlslearn that t..
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To encase myself
in your skin,
feel the warmth running through your veins.
To walk a day
in your shoes,
swimming
in your pain.
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And if I leave,would these pale wallsremember me?Would my scent be foreverhidden beneath the covers?Would the morning air wisp through these windows r..
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And if you somehow took that wall apartever sogently,slowly,you’d seethat shewas a sheshe didn’t wantto be.
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It is the desirable urge to escape.It is the battle you have with yourself once you’re tired of fighting,wondering whether you should give up or..
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So innocuous she was,walking on stiltsshe wiltsso harmless.Her lies they slitherher face she paintsher skin she lathers oneach day.Her palms stitched ..
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If I were not metrapped in a life so aimless,I’d roam the world as it should be.I’d feel the natural airsailing through my fingertips.I&rs..
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A smile that crawls on indefinitelyWith lips like moundsAnd cheeks for hillsWith rivers that trace the linesThe curves that hides those liesAnd the wh..
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