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"is the art of pretending to be normal."
We both loved him
He made her his wife
And made me a poet
.......but he was colorblind."
Where others feel ignored,
I feel painfully visible

Where some may seem neglected,
I seem not worth neglecting

Where you might feel useless
I feel a use not good enough for using

I'd rather be invisible
I smile
I laugh often
slowly letting go of the hurt
and pain
you have caused
I have forgiven you
but my poetry...  still
needs me to hurt

just a little longer
I've rarely wished
For a weekend
To be over more.
A "poem" every day.
Stress riddled into my veins
A drug leaving my head in the clouds
No one cares about your stress
Just study for the tests.
3 in one day
What a gift
Stress in my veins
But it takes a lot to **** me.
Tonight was only a matter of time.

I just wish you weren’t there to see it.
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