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I once knew a girlWho was preoccupiedWith rosesAnd starsAnd finding a boyTo love herLike she could neverLove herself.She never thought about anythingB..
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Scarred.Damaged.But not dead.I’m alive somehowand I made it to the end.New time waits ahead,a future cloudy with possibilities.But in the meanti..
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Permanently stainedShorts from a time whenWearing stained clothingWas acceptable because youDidn’t have an image to keep.After all, you were onl..
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As the worlddoze off andfind peace intheir dreams,i’m here in oneof its corners,hoping, prayingandpatientlywaiting fornothing…
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You never did like the house to be silentAnd grew up hearing the TV loopInstead of your voice,Listening to the creaks and whispersof the house that su..
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Stand under this broken roof of mineIt’s a measly protection from rain and sunThere will be leaks and drafty airAnd I can’t always shelter..
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Tiptoeing like on broken glassWearing masks, barely smilingHands behind your backDry eyes staring outPeople pose like porcelainPaint covers all the cr..
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I rememberwhen you said my illnessdoes not and will not define me.but I see words beneaththe webbing over plateletsand they tell methere is nothing mo..
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Tonight, I looklike an unfinished poem.My hair is messy and downfar past my waist. I havetwo pockets fullof mournful and a changepursefull of sky.I am..
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Find me there, in the place where I belong, in the land of distant reverie, where everything seems a dream.Let me show you what I see up here amongst ..
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