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Jan 2019
When I am home, what do I do?
I wait till' I can come to you,
I set down my things and stare at a wall,
Until you text or call, I sit and stall,
I have dropped my friends, the groups, and the crews,
Cause living isn't living without you,
Life on pause when I'm not in your presence,
I am the body, you are the essence,
You fill me with life, you show me you care,
Just one hug is the ultimate repair,
It will completely remove all despair,
It will sew up all the cracks and the tears,
That have tortured my heart, my soul, my mind,
I love the way you work, you're just the kind,
Of beautiful girl I need in my life,
Giving me hope for the future, no strife,
To bite at my feebality and fear,
Fleets whenever you decide to come near,
Near enough to feel the softest of skin,
Near enough to light the fire that's within,
The fire shakes like a 12.0 earthquake,
Making the Richter Scale shatter and break,
Oh wait, that's just the beating of my heart,
I feel yours too, but then you pull apart,
You leave me as a shell, dust in the wind,
Yet again without essence, just some skin,
A sad sack of lifeless flesh that can't breathe without you,
No one compares, what the **** am I supposed to do,
I have figured it out, I think I should mention,
You left cause I can't give the proper attention,
It's just a guess, but a good one at that,
Now I'll go back to the place I once sat,
And sit there for however long it takes,
For the pain to stop, till' no more heartbreak,
I have one more thing to say,
It's the truest thing,
The truest true,
Every moment of every day,
Every second, every blink,
I won't stop loving you.
Die.
Sketcher
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Sketcher  18/M/Blaine, Washington
(18/M/Blaine, Washington)   
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