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May 2018
Eat my bones.
Shred my skin.
A few lessons are learned within.
Cuts and corridors,
failing and falling,
laughing at it all, at last.
Please the pain.
Please, the pain.
No matter the gain.
Minutes on the screens
enveloped in my dreams.
Word is new,
ending too soon.
Beginnings forget
to remember it all too.
End it to start a new.
New is just another lie too.
Travel the clock,
afraid of time,
remember to hold back,
trying not to cry.
At arms length an open book,
feel the ink drip down my throat.
No matter the difference,
deserve the change,
Paint chips collecting lead,
a lie as you hold that pencil near your head.
Language speaks,
lacks remorse,
changes our memories,
changes the course.
Not straight or narrow,
but forward on.
Follow me on
into this storm.
Written by
Danielle  32/F/Rockford, IL
(32/F/Rockford, IL)   
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