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 Feb 2013 Alice Kay
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Run
 Feb 2013 Alice Kay
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Run
Running.
An activity that you hate,
But love at the same time.
It hurts.
But it's the good kind of hurt.
The kind of pain that is only accompanied
With hard work and determination.
You push yourself.
More than you thought possible.
You can't make it.
You won't make it.
And somehow,
You always do.

But then there it is.
The fall.
The hard ground does not forgive.
Thud
And suddenly,
You are stuck.

And those shoes.
Those neon Nike track spikes,
That you'd waited all year-365 days- to wear.
Sold.

So maybe you're not cutout for this.
Maybe there's a higher plan.
I'll wait.

Yesterday, you walked
Today, you ran.
Tomorrow you'll fly.
 Feb 2013 Alice Kay
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Light
 Feb 2013 Alice Kay
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I was in the dark.
Had myself convinced that I was hopeless.
I guess without a goal to move towards,
There was no point in trying.
I was lost in a sea of confusion,
Blinded by the darkness.
But now I see a light at the end of the tunnel,
And it's not a train.
Take me back
Take me back
Bring him back to me
A smile that only ever came
In my infancy

Take me back
Take me back
When everything was fine
Take me back to see that smile
Take me back in time

1, 2,3
4 and 5
Come six he has passed
Take me back
Take me back
And make those moments last

Take me back
Take me back
Bring him back to me
Take me back to when we were
A perfect family
I had a dream about my dad and I don't know where it came from but I can't handle it and I can't help thinking that maybe if he was still with us maybe I'd be happy
But he's not and I'm not and I don't know how to deal with this
I'm almost fourteen it's been like 9 years since he died
I want to get through this
I can't do it
Nothing's wrong
Nothing's wrong
Everything is fine
It's the same **** answer
Every
*******
Time
 Feb 2013 Alice Kay
August
Tepid times, as the grass,
Covered in little, tiny
Dew drops, sways in
The hot wind of
The orange summer sky
I run my red tinted fingers
On your sticky warm face
In the almost dead
Vegetation
I close my eyes
Feeling the heat coat me
As your hand
Slips from mine
For you were just a
*Mirage
 Feb 2013 Alice Kay
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But when she looks into his eyes, everyone disappears and the world stops spinning.

For a split second his hand brushes hers. Suddenly she is torn from the crust of the Earth.

The are flying high above,
They are shooting stars.

And when their lips meet,
They are infinite.
I don't even know. Watched *The Notebook* 12 too many times.
 Feb 2013 Alice Kay
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Thanks
 Feb 2013 Alice Kay
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Thank you for listening.
Without you,
I don't know where I'd be.
Dedicated to anyone who stated up late and listened to me complain! Whether it's through chat, in person, or even through poetry, thanks for being there! It means so much to me to know that you guys will listen!
 Feb 2013 Alice Kay
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loss
 Feb 2013 Alice Kay
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it's a terrible thing
when we lose the ones
we need the most.
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