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A gentle kick reaches my naval, as my stomach shifts in waves,
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Shush Shush Shush, the liquid rocks,
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Left for a bit, to start a new life,
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Happily content,
in the secret solitude,
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A perfect ending,
of the novel I have been living,
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My reflection stares,
directly back at me,
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Justification adds me to the world,
My inner child telling you to fuck off,
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Seven long years have passed,
Since I have let the demons in,
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Moments rush as I stand up on my feet,
my chin held high,
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Indonesian cigarette,
dangles from my lips as I light,
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Potray me,
as a lost soul,
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Sliced skin,
left to bleed,
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I am a bow and arrow,
The quivering string,
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It's been six months and still I cry,
different people,
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Distant cries from far away,
as I travel back in time,
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Missing fluid...
narrow tunnel,
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Collide:
Right into everything.
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Goth looking girl sits in class,
Her hair down, straight,
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Tears rim my eyes,
like little droplets of dew on leaves,
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Trying my best to keep my head up high,
There is a pain in my heart,
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Sad and parinoid,
The main two feelings my heart can enjoy.
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School started today,
Again I woke up,
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The waves are crashing onto the shore,
the wind whistling and throwing things about,
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Ask me the question,
I won't dare to answer,
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The words hit me like glass, / ascending to my ears from a broken window above, / I sometimes regret dating, / due to the stress that makes my heart pound, / I cannot sleep, / Panic Attack! / Sometimes I just wish
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Sticks and stones may break my bones, / but your words cut like glass, / They are the confetti, / from a paper heart, / ripped into shreds,
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In Heaven I wait, / for my daily fillings of ambroisa, / My mouth watering and my tummy talking, / There are rich flavors I must taste, / A sugar sweetness to embrace, / as I sit on my chair and wait, / There's ju
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Sixteen year old young woman, / Slouched under a tree, / She wanted to know the world, / She wanted to see, / The ruffling of the leaves, /
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Your deepest sorrows, / laid out in front of me, / I want to help, / but it seems I can't set you free, / Your life is a puzzle, / scattered but valueable, / and yet sometimes you don't see it, / An illusion of
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Tonight I sit up thinking abou you, / my sanest thoughts escaping through, / the little holes keeping me from comfort, / within myself. / You went away that day, / it was a tradegy, / you were my best friend. /
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Sometimes I regret calling you, / because sometimes you just turn me blue, / I want to call you because I miss you, / but then I hear your voice, / and suddenly I wish I didn't at all. /
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Beautiful angels, / perched on clouds, / waiting for their grooms to pick them up, / Beautiful wings fluttering through the air, / exotic passionate thoughts oozing through the atmosphere, / The grooms are comi
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