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#abandoning
to my mother who never cared i.  Thank you for becoming the woman     you promised that you would never     become. ii. I never got all my stuff back, and     I'm starting to lose myself in the     stuffed animals and photographs iii. i don't need you     i don't need you     i don't need you iv. dad still cries and so do i but      it's alright you never loved      either of us anyways. v.  thanks for forgetting my birthday      and Christmas      and that you gave birth to me vi. i don't need you      i don't need you      i don't need you      I don't need you.
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Mar 7, 2014
Mar 7, 2014 at 2:45 PM UTC
Thank you
I don't want to leave behind The world I've come to know. And I refuse to return blind From the land of ice and snow. The land of painful suffering I've come to know so well I must depart for fairer lands Then return to blazing hell. The issue here, I don't exactly know. Its fire never scorched me Its barbs have never scratched me. All I can tell you is that I don't want to go.
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC
I don't want to go
I’m fading away, backing off from life. Echoes of joy and faults pass like falling stars. Every day has a few drops less of strife. Silent shrapnel crashes in soft and witless shards. And I’m shrinking from the Now; I couldn’t even tell you how. Moments of ecstasy and pain are sealed, Like shrines to a life I still know. Etched in summer’s softness or in steel. I am vanishing, but I don’t know where I’ll go. My once-beloved and my son are here. One ignores me, while the other Watches in helpless fear. Five A.M and I am by myself…again. Sun washes in with sorrow in its face. For the thousands of times, I have slept alone, I feel like a stranger in this place, I once called our home. Now it’s a cage to me, Filled with broken promises and mis-matched lace. I am going now, heading toward the West. Leaving memories and pain behind with a sleeping wife.. Every day brings me closer to an end Leaves fly in the road behind me, remnants of a life. I am crying for the misspent years. But no more of those; I am changing, switching gears. September 17, 2010 Edited – January 5, 2016
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Jul 12, 2018
Jul 12, 2018 at 12:47 AM UTC
Shrinking