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When I was small
I wrote a song.
It was as wild
As it was long.

I did not know
How to write words
And so I sang
With the morning birds.

Now I am grown,
I am depressed.
I write long things
Just to impress.

I do not sing,
I only sigh.
When I was small
I was alive.
 Nov 14 Rochel
Stained Glass
I'm not heartless, I've just learned to use my heart less
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 Oct 27 Rochel
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Exaggerating just to feel something.
Anything, anything -
everything.

I don't want to be just another crack in your ceiling - another unresolved feeling.
Let's just stay a little bit longer -

The smoke. The water. The light.
I'm slipping through every little bit of you.

Can I be your everything, everything,
anything?



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I wish, I wish upon a star...
 Oct 16 Rochel
amanda cooper
mental illness is the
most expensive thing
i've ever owned but
never wanted
05/30/2016
 Oct 15 Rochel
Hansel Reyes
Can I be the poem, not the poet?
 Oct 15 Rochel
Peter Garrett
The only thing worse
Than pulling the trigger
Is spending your entire Life
With a barrel on your mouth
Just waiting for that 'bang'
P.s. This is not a poem about suicide. It's about expectations. About living with a heavy burden and never being able to set free of it.
 Oct 14 Rochel
Lauren Leal
Actions speak louder than words,
You wonder why I'm speechless.
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