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Aug 2011
Who am I to judge another persons therapy?
Her method of picking up the pieces
How she can feel whole
If only for a hot night, far away
Just to feel the hot rain, come
Shattering down
Falling to your knees
It is the price to feel
Alive.

So who am I to say, what is
Dangerous or damaging
When we all must struggle to keep our heads above the water.
To cope, with our deaths.
Long, and slow.
Dragging.

Who am I to judge?

When I am falling, fading, flying,
Euphoria.
Drowning.
Inhale. Exhale.
Gone.
We all have our therapy.

-Taylor
One of my very first poems!
Taylor Bart
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