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Jan 2020
Awake in my nightmare
He calls out my name
He chases me while I search for a vein.
Ripping through flesh
Starving through tears
Why had she stayed for so many years?
She’s addicted to him
Like she is to her drug
Confusing pain and confusing love.
She dances around him
Screaming her name
“**** this! No more stupid games!”
Blissfully dancing
on shoes made of glass
She’s tripping again
She’s falling too fast
This pain that she balances
On the tips of her toes
Jagged little pieces
Jagged little stones
She says “He’s different!”
She says he’s the same
She says he’s not one for playing games.
Blissfully dancing
On shoes made of glass
She’s tripping again
She’s falling too fast
The pain that she balances
Nobody knows
Of the jagged little pieces.
Of the jagged little stones.
Willow Branche
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Willow Branche  29/Gender Fluid/Florida
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