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Jan 2016
tar pit black waves
over my frail heart,
making it weak,
                          weak,
                  weak.

i cannot function,
nor can i think,
all i feel is resentment.

at times, at scary times,
it suffocates me.
it's like i can't breathe,
                                     nor see,
                                                nor do,
                                                       nor feel.

i feel empty,
barren,
deserted.

and it ******* hurts.

it ******* hurts to feel empty when all you have been trying to do is fil the void.

it ******* hurts to try your hardest again and again just to be hurt again.

it ******* hurts to feel so volatile. so ******* volatile.

it ******* hurts to say *******.

it hurts everywhere, and i am explosive.

i feel like my eruption will cause a disaster, turmoil, outrage, turbulence.


but i don't care.


because it ******* hurts to put everyone before yourself and be disappointed every ******* time.
phalaenopsis
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   Michael L and Cecil Miller
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