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Jan 2020

And you ask me why I have cared for so very long..
why I love you the way that I do--
down on the floor, (arms raised  like a little child)
asking me to hold you. <3

And late at night,  fully spent
from the amount of work that it takes
      just,  to survive another day, trying.   crying
      on the edge of the bed, (arms raised  like a little child)

      wanting me to help you put those warm,
                                            flannel-jammies on.


When your heart barely beats anymore  its
own life-giving pulse,  and your lungs are no longer able to find air
      You turn towards me,
      and ask me to breathe in to you--


                                         arms raised.. 

                  like a beautiful, little child.



"I quit talking again
but I know you're still listening
to see if I sleep, or I pierce my skin--

Needles, to the worn out rags
the folds in my arms, the sickening black
And I haven't been taking my meds
so lock all the cabinets, and send me to bed

Cause I know you're still worried, I'm gonna get scared
cause I'm alone again, and I don't like the things I see"
https://youtu.be/JxTjko70fBg

xox
Written by
M Vogel  Musica est spiritus Dei ❤
(Musica est spiritus Dei ❤)   
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     Anonymous Freak, CarolineSD and Juneau
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