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Jan 2014
It took more than a list of reasons,
and an empty bottle of wine to convince me.
I am worth what I have to offer,
and what I have to offer is slim.

I have designated the role of Savior,
to myself, the one who has always fallen.
Especially when mirrors are shattering,
and pencils are breaking,
all because I cannot handle my emotions.

I am weaker than I imagine and
I am stronger than I tell my friends.
I have lost the ability to portray myself
as a fighter should.

My list of reasons is running long,
as to how pathetic and self-loathing
I have come to be.
Alyssa Rose Naimoli
Written by
Alyssa Rose Naimoli  New York
(New York)   
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   Dougie Simps
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