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Meghan Sep 2018
Who the ****
Do you think you are
To go around telling lies?

You use my lips,
My eyes,
My thighs,
Put on a bold new show.

But all it does
Is bring me down
Where's the sparkle --
where's the shine?

Nothing but pretty lies
And uglier truths
Escaping from the stage.

My heart cries --
But you'll never see the tears.
Taylor Rogers Dec 2016
I love you more than you will truly, ever know. I am stricken with so much fear. I am so scared because, truthfully admitting, I have no certainty that I obtain enough strength to defeat this "monster". I can't stop hearing this **** on a loop in my head. What if I never break myself free, what if I am trapped inside my own demise forever? It's the most frightening thing that I've ever known, I have been too afraid to be anything other than still; so, so, still.
Written by Taylor Rogers

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