It's something in the way you laugh
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that sends chills sprinting u and back d   my
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just to end up in the unexplored corners
of my flaw filled smile.

It was a faint scream I screamed
When you turned to walk away
It felt as if someone's hand
was around my neck
and they were squeezing
the life
(what life?)
out of my already
lifeless body

Looking out her window
tracing the raindrops rolling down
wondering if they'll ever reach the other side
she asks out loud, "will they ever find a home"
like the one she desires to feel welcomed in.
"Will they ever feel the feeling of accomplishment?
The feeling of completion?"
(in which her fragile heart so desperately aches for)  
All she's ever wanted is to be loved and accepted, not hated and stepped on.