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a heartbroken child will never let go. here i remain: i am a ghost more often than a human being. i am aspartame: a sickly sweet substitute for the real thing, i am a make-believe fictional character crafted out of delusion and vice. and i wish i could say, i am numb. i cradle my sadness against my chest like a broken doll and i am ten years old, kicking and screaming and crying baby girl grew up like a firework, spinning, exploding in blinding lights, floating through months and years like a plastic bag in a storm. (i have not let go)
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC
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a heartbroken child will never let go. here i remain: i am a ghost more often than a human being. i am aspartame: a sickly sweet substitute for the real thing, i am a make-believe fictional character crafted out of delusion and vice. and i wish i could say, i am numb. i cradle my sadness against my chest like a broken doll and i am ten years old, kicking and screaming and crying baby girl grew up like a firework, spinning, exploding in blinding lights, floating through months and years like a plastic bag in a storm. (i have not let go)
rebecca-lawson
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Oct 17, 2013
Oct 17, 2013 at 8:58 PM UTC
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