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Oct 2014
My forearms are sore
From pretending to grip hands that aren't there
And my head has become torn from all the eyes
That just stare

I remember those eyes were the reason I used to grow my hair long
So I could wear my blonde reflection as a safety blanket
And maybe no one would bother to ask how I was when that's exactly what I wanted
But that was a long time ago, and nothing's changed, and all these eyes are still quite haunting
But you didn't have to go out of your way to tell me that it's okay
Because I love you too much, and your words are too positive
And my negative little head is gravitating to you like a magnet
No matter how you may change me, my thoughts are still stagnant

Your computer eyes, can calculate me like I'm as simple as an algebraic equation
It makes me hate you when you can fix me and cure me of every abrasion
Why couldn't I be that strong by myself, why couldn't I take it
When you leave who's going to cover the scar you left
I'm no longer young like I used to be, I don't have that safety blanket
I'm just wearing you, and I'm wearing you down

Good thing it's getting colder cause I can't tell the difference in my heart
But inside of me somewhere my tears are running a watermill
And that's the only thing that keeps me going
That's the only thing that keeps me up late at night
ZWS
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ZWS  29/M/Richmond, VA
(29/M/Richmond, VA)   
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