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Grace Turner Sep 2015
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I don't want to be here.
Grace Turner Sep 2015
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If I had a cut in my hand
For every time I wanted to help you,
I would be a never ending ribbon
Of torn flesh and rusted nails.
But it wouldn't come close to the agony
Of being unable to cease your pain.
Grace Turner Sep 2015
Your finger tips travel over me as I decide
That being in control
And aware all the time is tiring.
I let your hands and your lips and your teeth
Be the only thing in my world
Other than the cold of the air on my *******.
Grace Turner Sep 2015
What do you hope to accomplish?
Do you want me to hurt because you do?
You tell me you were upset
But are now angry.
I don't love you back, and it's a crime?
My happiness is so sincere,
As is my care for you.
But its not love, so it doesn't
Mean anything to you?
Unrequited love hurts, but its been two months and I'm not nearly good enough to warrant this kind of anger.
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