Learning to speak.

Learning to speak.

A Poem by Reanne
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life.

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I guess you didn’t listen to your teacher when she taught you that acids
burn in open wounds, did you?
 he will corrode your tongue and shatter all your teeth
oh god it hurts but you
didn’t listen.

Believe me when I tell you I didn’t mean to burn holes in your jeans
or squeeze all the blood and air out of your lungs and my skeleton isn’t made of bones 
but the empty spaces in the universe.
I’m still learning to speak without fumbling over my words but 



what I mean is:
I learned a long time ago to destroy things before they destroy me.

© 2017 Reanne


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interesting.. hmmm.. is this the one you just wrote? keep it up your getting the hang of it! oh and please don't use this size font again it hurts my eyes hahaahaha

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Added on October 17, 2017
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Tags: relationships, learning, scared, hope, life, lungs, drowding