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Hold
On
Pain
Ends
The Color Morale
37 seconds
that's all it took before I hung up the phone
that's all it took for me to see that you didn't care
at least not like you used to

so much silence
normally our silence is comfortable and filled with love
normally our silence breaks with laughter
but not this time

we said that we were ok
we said that we were gonna be fine
so how then does everything feel so broken
It is morning, i am feeling tired, i want food, why i do not know, i smell a wonderful sent, what is it?, i don't know, i hold my Mr. Pickles tightly and walk with the morning shivers. what do i smell? maybe bacon? maybe pizza?  i continue walking on the hard wood floor, step by step i guess some more, i get to the end of my trail... i look and what do i see.... Spam.....
I drag my feet behind myself as a walk barefoot and silent, Week and shaken i start to stand trying to hold myself up... I am hurt and wounded. I began to raze a blade of regret, My heart begins to race. i take another step hoping i don't fall. My battle begins... It hits me.. a wound breaks. I feel it RIP out of me stomach... I've been hit, feet still cold and my skin begins to feel tight. blood dripping and hitting the ground frozen. My Opponent was Death....
The night before fathers day a family member passed... i wrote this as a kid and i thought i would post it... :) xoxoxox
i see a shadow on the wall
-mine-
it's beautiful
and alone
and that's
alright
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