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Potato Jul 2019
Darkened days
-and brightened nights
Stooped to lows
-and chased the highs
Collect my breath
-As it fades away
Must I live like this
-Another day?
The sleep, it takes me
-So deep, i'm set free
The dreams, they whimper
-The screams, they linger
They're stirred
-They're blurred
Until they can no longer
-No longer
Be
-heard.
Potato Jul 2019
Never enough, yet I've had enough
Will it ever be enough?
Because, you see, I cannot see
The beautiful piece of dirt that is me
Yet I know, the flower it'll grow
Feeding on tears that continue to flow
But never enough, am I enough?
Will I ever be enough?
To feed this seed inside me
To bleed this need from me
To **** the weeds from my life
Can I grow strong?
Be the place it belongs
Or will it wither away and die?
It's raining, little flower
It's raining, little bud
It is raining inside.
Potato Jul 2019
Isn't it funny how
a bit of hope
Can make a home
But a bit of rope
Means you're gone?

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