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Sep 2014
Please, shut the door.
I do not want to participate
In a world where beauty comes
Before brains, and people
Dominate animals.
I am having a hard time
Accepting I am painfully real
In a harshly fake world
And I can't sleep without
The security of the next day
Being better; I haven't slept in
Two years. You can hang
Your clothes to dry on the bags
Under my eyes because they
Nearly touch the ground.
The fluoride I swish around
In my mouth isn't ridding your
Taste from my body and I
Can't stop having anxiety attacks
Every time I smell peppermint.
I am afraid of you; I know you can
Crush my soul like an empty soda can
And leave me out in the street.
I have been trampled too many times  
I can no longer trust sidewalks.
I walk in the middle of the road,
Because I know being hit by a truck
Could not possibly hurt worse
Than watching you leave.
Ocean Damsel
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