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maybe when i was younger, i didn't pick fights, but i'd always pick scabs until my skin had tried to heal itself so many times that i could no longer hear it squealing no matter how many times i scarred. i was taught to fix things no matter how broken or ugly they get maybe that's why i'm here 155 miles away from my safe place thinking it will work. raising my heart in my palms above the crowd just for it to be publicly dropped down my throat into the bottom of my chest i wasted gas money on this? i didn't risk the skin on the back of my neck but i did risk the sensitive touch of your fingers on my back and when i fall, i fall flat and these scabs on my knees are getting harder and harder to ignore
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
a poem i'd read to you, if i had the courage
maybe when i was younger, i didn't pick fights, but i'd always pick scabs until my skin had tried to heal itself so many times that i could no longer hear it squealing no matter how many times i scarred. i was taught to fix things no matter how broken or ugly they get maybe that's why i'm here 155 miles away from my safe place thinking it will work. raising my heart in my palms above the crowd just for it to be publicly dropped down my throat into the bottom of my chest i wasted gas money on this? i didn't risk the skin on the back of my neck but i did risk the sensitive touch of your fingers on my back and when i fall, i fall flat and these scabs on my knees are getting harder and harder to ignore
to be continued when i find the words that will put your words back in your mouth,
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Jun 11, 2014
Jun 11, 2014 at 11:55 PM UTC
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