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Begging.

The click of the finished record,

The shuffling from my rabbit's cage,

These sounds make me remember,

And then the depression seeps in.

 

You have made me stress and anxious.

I am balancing my life on toothpicks

Around you and past you.

The only truth is what you know.

 

The stubborn lies that you've,

Told yourself will bring you

Down forever, repeatedly,

Until you're drunk with fury at the world.

 

Flames of lost loved ones

Will constantly surround you

And cage you from the outside

Which is the only place you now want.

 

There, in this desperation,

You will know why I cried

Into your cold chest and tore

At your back with tired fingers.

 

You will realize, why I would

Constantly writing you pleads.

There, I was in your arms,

Begging you to please grow.

 

 

Grow as a human.

Become a calm mind.

Listen to wisdom.

And take joy in life.

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Written by
genevive-louise-sweeney
American
Published
Jul 19, 2010
Lines·Words
28·152
Notes

I suppose this comes from a wish for someone that is extremely close to me.

Listen to everything that your loved ones have to say. Don't shut them up or turn them away. They care for you, and chances are have different perspectives on life that will help you grow as an individual and not the recluse that you'll become. No, you can't make your own decisions in your life for yourself all of the time. You're born with parents for a reason, and grandparents, and relatives, and you grow to have friends. People share information and grow from each other constantly. Before you should take advice from any movie star, activist, musician, or writer, turn to those close to you because they know you and care for you.

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