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Mar 2015
It's funny how you said that I was always depressed, how I was always mad and I was always in distress.  You said I was angry.  I told you I'm not usually like this, but instead of believing me you held it in your fist. I told you we could be happy, I told you we could be the best but you'd hold to your heart that I'm really just like the rest. But without you I'm okay, my eyes are open and I do not cry. I cry for the fact that everything was a lie. I'm not depressed, mad, in distress or angry. My heart is free, free of you, free of giving you everything. I gave you a whole, not a half but you gave me lies and you always attacked. I defended myself and it made you furious. Gave you lies back but that only made you curious. Curious of how much you can push me, curious of how much I can take. I held your whole world on my plate. I crashed and burned and you didn't even care. You just watched the flames, the flames burning in the air. Crisp fresh air polluted with you. You suffocated me and this is really true. I can breathe now, I can see now, I can even read now, between the lines. And you're between my heart, between my head, between my spine. I think of you all the time.... But why?
Stevette Gonzalez
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Stevette Gonzalez  Massachusetts
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