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Jun 2014
Said that you had to leave and re-stitch some seams
in trying to fix something that remains unseen
you left me broken
at least I’ve made friends with irony
alone is how I prefer to be

I can finally breathe
because now I see
all along I really had nobody
the truth has set me free
from the burden of caring for those who don’t care about me
Should it scare me that I feel most free when people simply leave me be?

(Sidenote: I am not always so morbidly depressed)
Leahamarie Michelle
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