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Dec 2012
I've traded in my miseries for the things i'm meant to be,
For the things I want to see.
I've gathered my abstract dreams and stifled screams,
And thrown them over the cliff of insanity.

I swallow hard and refuse the urge to join them,
Because my heart longs for a new place to begin.
My bones are tired, my mind is weak,
Sometimes I even lack the strength to speak.

My ears want to block out the lies,
My heart can't handle anymore goodbyes.
People whisper, people ask "What's wrong with her?", "Do you know what to do?"
They don't understand me when I say "i'm ok just working it through. Trust me I wouldn't keep Anything from you. "

It doesn't matter for they've all betrayed me.
I'll start new and prove I can do anything,
Be anyone I want to be.
No more aching heart, no more slow tears in the dark.
I am who i've always been, nothing will tear me apart.
April Watson
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April Watson  24/F
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