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one time when i was eight
i slept over at my friend’s house
and that night we held back
her mom’s hair as she got sick
over a broken heart
into a trashcan at
the foot of her bed
and i didn’t understand
how someone could be so sad
but right now, lying
on the bathroom floor
getting sick over you, i do.
march 22, 2014 2:19am
One million eyes
And I am so self centered to think
That they are judging me
One million negative thoughts are being fed to my brain
But they are just one million lies
Because out of one million people
The only one judging myself
is me
I have lived a thousand lives and died a million deaths.
And somewhere in between, I finally found myself.
Stepping into the pristine, gentle atmosphere; truth hanging from the intricate crystal chandelier full of endless glow and luster - mischievously placed structure conspicuously elevating wonder
Full of flashing, coruscating shimmer enthusiastically engaging the convivial space; evoking a spontaneous internal unfolding mirroring the perpetual suffering connected to the chosen impeding of spirit’s copious interweaving.

— The End —