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Aug 19
There's a certain kind of something
That does a reaping.
It usually finds you right before you are sleeping.
It's the crack in the door
That it finds a way to break in.
It makes a crack in your brain
That wants you to drop dead.
You won't remember what it's like to see with clear vision.
You'll wake every morning like the dead has arisen.
You'll crumble in to out like you're a porcelain doll.
Your friends won't notice! They are unobservant.
The more you beg, the more they laugh.
"You're the only thing about us that needs to be fixed"
They aren't talking about friends
They are talking about people!
What they don't realize
Is that we aren't perfect.
"we aren't the same"
They laugh and say "that's the point"
They push and shove
Pull and cut
And before you know it
You don't know who you are.
There is a certain something
That ruins your life.

Written by
Emily  16/F/USA, CO
(16/F/USA, CO)   
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