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abuseI wanted to sing you to sleep, / But along with my heart, you took my voice.
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May 9, 2013
a father and his daughteri. / he's ranting and / raving again
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Nov 4, 2012
a lifetime of hurtYou could tell me a million / things with just that one look / That one glare, as you sit
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Jun 18, 2013
aloneThe search feels never-ending, / If there are "amillionfishinthesea," / then why am I still alone?
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May 7, 2013
and this is only the beginning...When I first met you, / I already had begun to make / excuses for you.
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Jul 19, 2013
at my breaking point(you know when you look around yourself, / and you come to the realization that you have / absolutely no ******* idea how you got there?)
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Jun 14, 2014
at the end of the dayI didn't want that kind of weight. I wanted YOUR weight, the way you told me how you were built solid from age ten and on up, no one dared to mess with you. I tried to get close enough, at one point we were breathing the same recycled air and I thought, **** It was still always the wrong timing, your family's dramatic sit-com life, an ex-lover left to berate you and your cute son tugging on your arm. There was no where for me to fit, whether I tried to squeeze close or not-it was really all for nothing.
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Jun 25, 2014
barei. / I always offered every part of myself, to you / So when I found out about what she had done,
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May 23, 2013
Before My 30'sLosing my mom before my 30's taught me a lot about life. It's short. Short in the "she was in remission for eight years, there's no way it could come back" short. Because it did. Come back. / It showed me what it feels like when the air is physically ****** out of the room - the feeling of a soul leaving the body. And that even the most private of people may still want their family surrounding them during their last breaths. It taught me how to administer the correct amount of morphine, consol a father who is inconsolable and pick the "perfect" urn. I learned there is a part of myself I will never get back because I was a part of her and she a part of me. / I will never just 'get over this.'
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Jan 29, 2019
believe meI'm still that little girl, / Ten years old with ***** palms / hands up; and wide eyed
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Jan 28, 2014
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