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I am still the same
three-year-old that loved to draw
and the
five-year-old who loved to talk.
The
six-year-old that read like someone twice the..
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Bind me tight
In a cold braid of metal,
For fear that I will run away.
Teach me pain
In the burning sting of the whip,
For fear that I am strong..
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Tethered
The words pour from you,and sometimes Ifeel like you are my only tetherto the ground.
When my mind, body, or both meet pain,you are there..
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Sweet strawberry,
Tingy, tangy, taffy,
Laffy Taffy
Takes me back
To summer 2001,
A maroon colored Dynasty
In the 7-11 parking lot,
Chewing on ..
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Nothing can even come close to the shock that went through my body when I found out that the county wants to tear down my home high school. Yeah, ther..
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What does it feel like to die? (Nonviolent)
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I would do anything to see
one of those soul flashing smiles.
You and I both know it,
I wish you would
see me for who I am
and not others percept..
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Two Sets
You finish my sentencelike you finish me off,with a flourish,a smile,and a ‘see you soon.’
Regrettably there is not a hug o..
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The silken sad uncertainty englufing,
But no cutrains rustling.
Uncertainty spelled out in my future,
But no ouija board spelling,
Out my hopes,..
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Take me to the quiet placeinside of your head where we can be free.I know you've never taken anyone in there before, but we can be free.I've seen the ..
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