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Aug 2011
if one person were to reach down
and lend me their hand;
i would not be too proud
to take it.

let me pull myself
to my feet
and cease crawling midst the dust
of the life i used to have.

i would stop looking for dimonds
in the coals
and pick frayed ribbons up off the floor,
left over from all of the love given to me while
i was in the dark
and could not see.

i would wipe any tears from my eyes
and accidently smudge my face
with mud, I'm sure.

and you who saw me
and knew i was alone
would laugh sadly
and tell me;

β€˜everything's gonna be okay, love
yeah everything's gonna be
alright.’
i'm not too fond of this poem myself, but as it's my creation , i'm obliged to love it despite it's choppiness and awkwardness. truly they're only faults of my own
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