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alia 2d
I am cruel.
     No one said it,
         I carved it into my own skull.

I am not worthy.
     Every breath feels stolen,
         every little smile a lie.

I am tired.
    Of existing.
    Of failing before I even begin.

I am nothing.
    And nothing
        is easier
           to believe
              than hope.
When masking becomes unbearable,
and my lowest points are revealed;
when clothes slide down my body,
and my unhealed parts begin to show;
when the new light of dawn
shines through cracks on porcelain -
which of you will understand?
Show of hands -
is there anyone who will love

all I am.
"Poetry in Motion"
Is such an accurate description
For every step you take
Another unspoken word was written
Poems as long as
The distance you placed between us
But I still hope
That you will stop running away
So I can finally
Put my pen down and tell you all the words
To stay with me
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