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Every step is a chore,
like my legs don't want to move,
like they're children being dragged to school.
Every word drains my energy a little more,..
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If you've ever asked someone out, you'll get this
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I recall a thousand timesof laughter, joy and hope.Yet though they should be bittersweet,I feel no beaming happiness.Every laugh of past stings me,eve..
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I walk around with a smile on my face,saying two words more than any other."I'm fine."I sit on my bed with my last resort in my hand,and red forms two..
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The sun caressesthe dusty red curve.Without a mind,without eyes,nature creates arcsand layersand sparkling colorsintricately woven,dancing still and s..
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to the heavens
where I bleed no more.
to the horizon
where I fall no more.
to the happiness
where I cry no more.
far away from here,
anywhere b..
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can you take
fire upon your skin
before you burn?
can you take
a knife digging in
before you ache?
can you take
an uphill trek
before you ..
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The ice shatters beneath my feet.
I feel myself sink with every step.
The freezing waters surround my ankles.
They brush the pale crevices,
adding..
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Through the wooden blockade
I hear laughter ring.
I can hear her eyes sparkle
as she throws her head back.
I wonder what was said,
but I’m ..
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We stand by the shore,
her little fingers intertwined
in our hands.
A silver frame surrounds
the blue waves
and brown sand.
His green eyes twink..
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