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Jul 2014
Every syllable is an added
hot coal to my throat

Words peel my insides apart
as if their vibrations
could travel a path of destruction

I contemplate humanity in my room
for days on end
but nothing is being changed

My sad realization is

I can't save anyone
unless they are willing


I am safe with people
I am scared of people

I hate people
I have never loved anything more than people

I want to change people
I want people to change me
My troubled mother told meΒ Β "I think everyone goes through a time when they think they can save the world."
Written by
Joanna Grace
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