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Just can’t kick it. Don’t know how to fight it. Sick with grief. No sign of relief. My throat tightens, My stomach churns. Every night I yearn To see you again, To have your love Hold me close. Kiss away the pain, Bring the peace of a dove. Wrap your arms around me, Pat my head. Play these memories And sit here alone instead So sick Tired of living without Always in debt Like the Californian drought This ache never ends My heart never mends Because you left Lost so many, Loved so few. My iron strength now coming unglued. Afraid of living— Of failure, of success, Dread “second best”. I’m the choice they choose when they choose to settle for less. I have so much to give But I’m scared someone will take (And break) my heart that’s already been broken, And on the mend, Then broken once again. Get hurt without even trying So if I try I just might die From the pain That, right now, has me going insane.
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Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 5:46 AM UTC
Grief-sick
Just can’t kick it. Don’t know how to fight it. Sick with grief. No sign of relief. My throat tightens, My stomach churns. Every night I yearn To see you again, To have your love Hold me close. Kiss away the pain, Bring the peace of a dove. Wrap your arms around me, Pat my head. Play these memories And sit here alone instead So sick Tired of living without Always in debt Like the Californian drought This ache never ends My heart never mends Because you left Lost so many, Loved so few. My iron strength now coming unglued. Afraid of living— Of failure, of success, Dread “second best”. I’m the choice they choose when they choose to settle for less. I have so much to give But I’m scared someone will take (And break) my heart that’s already been broken, And on the mend, Then broken once again. Get hurt without even trying So if I try I just might die From the pain That, right now, has me going insane.
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35/Gender Fluid/American
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 5:46 AM UTC
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