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I’m told that I am too young to feel the world… Yet, I feel every year weighing down my bones forcing every archaeologist to second guess the being they have extricated from the Earth’s most intimate parts every month holding my head under salt water screaming in my face: “Swim!” every week scratching at my skin digging nails deep into the flesh of my body every day kicking my ribs inwards pleading for them to stab deep into the things they have worked so hard to protect inside of me every hour asking for me to give up, give it all up every minute digging into my being, my existence asking for the happiness I have so long perfected every second wonders why I am so strong But the clock has yet to invert the life it so painstakingly made but has realized the omission in -DDF
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
Bone Marrows (every minute of the clock)
I’m told that I am too young to feel the world… Yet, I feel every year weighing down my bones forcing every archaeologist to second guess the being they have extricated from the Earth’s most intimate parts every month holding my head under salt water screaming in my face: “Swim!” every week scratching at my skin digging nails deep into the flesh of my body every day kicking my ribs inwards pleading for them to stab deep into the things they have worked so hard to protect inside of me every hour asking for me to give up, give it all up every minute digging into my being, my existence asking for the happiness I have so long perfected every second wonders why I am so strong But the clock has yet to invert the life it so painstakingly made but has realized the omission in -DDF
Sorry, writer's block
#poem#sad#depression#sadness#growing#teenage
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Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 8:52 AM UTC
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