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why does God ******* the lives of people who never got one single breath of normalcy? the people who never got a chance to learn how to walk with their own two vestigial feet that dangle beneath them that never got to speak with their own tongue that sleeps through the days and nights between their two jaws their two jaws that try so hard to rotate and clench rotate and clench rotate and clench This is for the people who are physically incapable of doing anything for themselves because their bones aren't strong or their brain is not grasping the world. it tears my heart into shreds shreds that are now buried beneath my heart and have became afloat. knowing that you never got a chance to be like me I'm living for you. I am writing this for you whether your brain can perceive this or not I am feeling for you everything there is to feel. I am seeing everything there is to see. this is for you, darling.
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
for you, darling
why does God ******* the lives of people who never got one single breath of normalcy? the people who never got a chance to learn how to walk with their own two vestigial feet that dangle beneath them that never got to speak with their own tongue that sleeps through the days and nights between their two jaws their two jaws that try so hard to rotate and clench rotate and clench rotate and clench This is for the people who are physically incapable of doing anything for themselves because their bones aren't strong or their brain is not grasping the world. it tears my heart into shreds shreds that are now buried beneath my heart and have became afloat. knowing that you never got a chance to be like me I'm living for you. I am writing this for you whether your brain can perceive this or not I am feeling for you everything there is to feel. I am seeing everything there is to see. this is for you, darling.
brought myself to tears. this is a poem for the beautiful girl sitting across the room at dinner tonight. in her wheel chair. she had some type of bone defect. I wrote this for her. she won't ever see this, but it's for her.
hannah-mary
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Aug 11, 2014
Aug 11, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
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