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  Aug 2018 Julia Friedman
Orange Rose
I wrote a poem when I died...
Another at my birth.
A brand-new sonnet when I cried.
And again when there was mirth.

A song for my confession...
A story for my pain...
A painting for depression...
And nursery rhymes for rain.

My creations live inside my heart.
I keep them there in shame.
Yet you looked around and saw my art,
And smiled all the same.
Julia Friedman Aug 2018
Today I am having a Day
And not in a very good way
My skin's breaking out
I might just drop-out
**** my life, I'm hitting the hay
Um, so...I'm having a Day if you couldn't tell. Shout out to anyone who's ever felt like they're going to ******* explode because they're so stress
Julia Friedman Aug 2018
I want you to love me
I want you to touch my skin
I want you to feel how soft it is
How warm
How it smells like me
Like cotton and perfume and desperation
I want you to breath me in
I want you to bottle me up
To take fistfuls of my hair
To take fistfuls of me
And love them
Even though I don’t love me
Even though
I want you to burn up with love
And melt me
Distill me
And make me better

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