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Amy John Jan 2013
The words leave my fingertips like a running faucet
Ideas flow from my brain like a stream
I loose myself in the words
Lost in my own reality
Not thinking
Not hearing
Not seeing
Go on instinct
Let the words take over your senses
Writing sooths the broken soul
Amy John May 2013
Forget what you believe,
I am nothing.
Try to comprehend my feelings,
I am unstable.
Your words send daggers through me,
I am useless.
Lies and outbursts of confusion and anger,
I am lost.
You leave me,
I pushed you away.
You let me fall,
I believed your words.
You never caught me,
I crashed down.
Abandonment.

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