Don't you ever feel like running?
All the time, my dearest darling,
further back than I remember, or care to...
Always running:
from classmates who stated the obvious,
from boys who looked at me too long,
from the billboards declaring me unfit for use.
But only in my head.
My mind jumped up and away from
the hurt and the pain,
trying to find solitude: where?
Even alone I hear them,
hissing things too evil for my ears, or your eyes.
Just coming this far, admitting that I am worth
the light in my eyes, was a battle too close for comfort.
I run because I am searching:
looking for somewhere to rest,
to be safe from the world, if only for a little while.
This place isn't it.
There is no such place.
Please tell me what you think
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Oh my god. Don't commit suicide. You're depressing the hell out of me...
Don't you think your vision my be just a bit limited by your perspective? Believe me I accept you no matter how you are. You said it yourself. You wouldn't be able to fit in that dress. I didn't know this subject was so sensitive to you. Believe me, I would have been more careful if I had known. My unfortunate comment was said in jest, and in agreement of what you had just said.
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