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Oct 2013
If I were to perish tomorrow
by the hands that my mother
sculptured with her insides
I'd just want you to
forgive me.
And if you were to carry me out
the door
I would not be angry if you were
to have your tears fall upon me
I'd use it as my last chance to
drink up this world,
And I fear I have drank too much
because these words have never
been thought about in such depth until now
I bet you don't even know who I am
at this point
But if you were to come
looking for me
and my last hours were used up
please examine before i
become decomposition for the Earth's soil
And maybe i am not the science student
But i don't have much time to care
or to figure it out
I just need you to read my scars
and count my freckles because it is proof
that i have lived
I have fallen in love more than once and you
can see that with the bags under my eyes
((i haven't slept in days))
But soon enough my touch will not exist
I will be another paw print
because I am an animal
But i don't know of an animal
that would take it's own life
Aren't we all
as animals
suppose to soak up the sun
and appreciate the nature around us?
Maybe, I do not know what i am
or what any of you are
but use my veins as shoe laces and
tie them up tight
because I may not be able to, but you..
you can keep walking.
Victoria Davis
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