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Death is slouching towards me from the corners of the room The appearance of truth Revels in my impending doom You exhale as I hold my breathe As blackness claims the space You gloat in selfish victory While betrayal ingests my face I remember like it was yesterday You were a giant back then Love was not inside your heart As you wore the devil's grin Curled in fetal positions As fear tightened its grip I cover my ears from the screaming And hide my quivering lips Nurtured is a foreign word Forty years I've lived without Starved of love & tenderness I sit in blame & self doubt A product of dysfunction On the same destructive path A child once filled with innocence Has become the model's wrath
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
A model's Wrath
Death is slouching towards me from the corners of the room The appearance of truth Revels in my impending doom You exhale as I hold my breathe As blackness claims the space You gloat in selfish victory While betrayal ingests my face I remember like it was yesterday You were a giant back then Love was not inside your heart As you wore the devil's grin Curled in fetal positions As fear tightened its grip I cover my ears from the screaming And hide my quivering lips Nurtured is a foreign word Forty years I've lived without Starved of love & tenderness I sit in blame & self doubt A product of dysfunction On the same destructive path A child once filled with innocence Has become the model's wrath
2/5/17
MelissaRose
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Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 12:18 PM UTC
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