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Sep 2013
Rush back to home
the only way to save me, at least for a little while
the closest thing to a feeling
everything else is too unbearable
the fragments of ******* squirming around in my head
Incomprehensible, uncontrollable
They go at each other
with quick, inconsistent punches
Too overwhelmed to stop the fights
Screaming at my entrails to respond
But, of course, they don't listen
It's so much simpler to dive back into safety
to home
All I know is in the moment it's so right
It keeps me alive when I feel like I'm dying
Faceless voices still scream
Others tell another tale
Making the process of thought impossible
It's an endless battle of survival
and allowing myself to give up
to go all the way into the deep end
to let go
Written by
Emma  Canada
(Canada)   
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   Pamela Rae and PoetWhoKnowIt
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