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Nov 2018
I had one place where the world revolved around me,
A transparent building I named poetry,
Few people could actually see through the thick glass,
Aware of meaning, aware of reality,
The glass will slowly thin out as the days go on,
Leaking more emotions and thoughts that should be gone,
It's okay, I don't care, I tell myself, always,
You're a queen deserving happiness, I'm a ******* pawn,
That will step back and stop all outlets,
And build up and break down my regrets,
Until my fuse hits the wire,
It has already caught fire,
See, I'm an okay liar,
Also, I'm an okay bomb,
Ticking with a fuse and wires being cut,
And blowing on the fire like that is what,
Will make everything stop but accepting,
Fate is all I can do in this setting,
Sure, I know you're not dumb but I am,
Thinking you couldn't see through these *******,
Clear *** walls that are starting to disgust me,
All I ever wanted was your happiness, trust me.
Sketcher
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Sketcher  18/M/Blaine, Washington
(18/M/Blaine, Washington)   
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