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The shards in my chest were never whole;
immuned from feeling broken.
They were born sharp and jagged--
ready to stagger through any heart
like a dagger that has never spoken.
History lies within the ground with ragged heartstrings out,
waiting to be found by someone with something to cry about.
 Jun 2013 Kayla Hollatz
Ahmad Cox
History can be a mystery
It can be what defines us
Or it can be what we try
To hide when we look at
Our lives and we realize
Our history makes up a
Little more of us than we
Would like to pretend but
Ultimately you have to
Accept your history so
It wont be a mystery and
You can move forward
With clarity in your
Life and understanding
That your journey is
Not as confusing or
As complicated as
We make it out
 Jun 2013 Kayla Hollatz
Morgan
My knees are bruised and aching
Who am I kneeling for
I feel weak from down here
You taught me nothing but
how to surrender
You painted self loathing like moral gold
So now you've got me looking down
like I gotta watch my step
if I wanna get to heaven
Trip up and there's some fire waiting
Well I'm so sick of tip toeing
So, I left your book on your tired dresser
I hope you like blood stained wood
Those pages are ******* dripping
And I'm washing my hands
Before I touch my best friend who kisses boys
Cause ****, he is loving someone
You wrap your pinkies around a
cross that's got you promising
to hate everyone
Set my flesh on fire
But you can't tell me where I fit in
because I'm the only one who knows
The hidden corners of my puzzle piece
And I won't let you bend them
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