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Mar 2011
everything in my chest,
it's a million things not another mind could comprehend.
The illness was never physical.
I just became a captive to a common weakness.
Though I am never ashamed to scream it through words.
If only sharing emotion was more human.
But such a species is not strong, nor brave.
An open heart would not be acceptable.
Mine is always unlocked and set to enter.
and alas, if you were most daring enough,
to have a care for what lies in my chest,
You would be greeted by many a feeling.
For darkness tends to linger;
or at least until time fades memories.
And smiles can be saved in mental photographs.
Or maybe you'll come across a sword of anger,
stuck in the deepest stone of this beating *****.
twisted around me, is every emotion.
and when my heart takes the wheel,
It is fear that drives.
A soul that's once been broken takes longer to travel through the obstacles.
But it's mended.
once again it's taken.
I am loving deeper than ever.
The ache my head would feel if the end ever comes,
I push the thought from my mind.
My chest is ever so confusing.
Maybe it's best if you humans didn't enter.
For you're all so good at degrading.
or maybe you're just not smart enough to comprehend.
after all, I am not human, but something more.
Tiffany Bourlet
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