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I carried a book. My book was all of the things. I carried you with me dad. In a book. He was the biggest section of the book. When I get sad I pulled you out and began to reminisce. But I also carried what you did to me. I carried the hair pulling The name calling, slapping and punching. As I lay awake at night, I seemed to have carried the nights with you. The ones where I was locked in the basement The ones where I got one piece of bread for the week But I also carried the good times. I carried the times where we went to the city and watched the stars. The beautiful names you called me. But when it got to be too much, I packed him into the book, closed the cover, then packed the book. I carried you with me dad In a book. I carried my sister. Whitney I carried you In a book. This section jumped around. It always started with I loved you Then I hated you. But I always found a way to Love you Again. As I laid awake at night I thought about all the times you could have saved me But you layed in bed with him And disregarded Everything that was happening to me You disregarded me You disregarded everything about me But I always found a way to Love you Again. But when it got to be too much, I packed her into the book, closed the cover, then packed the book. I carried you with me Whitney In a book. I carried a child. I carried my child. Even though she came to me Out of hate. I always did love Her section. She came to me in the darkest Of times. I was thankful that I got to hold you. Even if it was just for a breathe. If I could have named her it would have been Rebbeca Lynne I have and always did love her. My sweet child. But when it got to be too much, I packed her into the book, closed the cover, then packed the book. I carried you with me child. In a book. I carried an angel. I carried my angel. He came to me at the best times. But he told me something That I never wanted to hear. I was told that in 24 days I was to join him In a world of peace Of happiness And of joy. But in 23 days I learned so much about myself I learned how to escape. But on the last day I did not want to leave. This place sounded so sweet But I wanted to stay and learn. So I ran. I ran as far as I could from him. At the end of the 24th day. He still managed a way to find me. But when it got to be too much, I packed him into the book, closed the cover, then packed the book. I carried you my angel. In a book. I carried the place. This place was not like any other place. Before I entered this place I was told I would not carry anything from the past. I was told this would be a place of peace Of Happiness And of Joy But this place was not. This place was a room. With no lights. With no sound. Just a room. I could not see 2 inches in front of me. This place had no peace No happiness And no joy. It was just a room. But when it got to be too much, I packed it into the book, closed the cover, then packed the book. I carried the place. I carried this book with me. No matter where I went. I carried it with me until the day I died. This book can not be opened. It can not be read. But one day this book will find you. And once you find it You will join me in the basement You will join me in the city. You will join me in the love And in the hate. You join me on the run. You will join me in a breathe. You will join me in the place. But you will never read this book. But when it gets to be too much, You can try to close the cover, then pack the book. But you will never carry this book The book I carried.
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Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
The Book I carried.
I carried a book. My book was all of the things. I carried you with me dad. In a book. He was the biggest section of the book. When I get sad I pulled you out and began to reminisce. But I also carried what you did to me. I carried the hair pulling The name calling, slapping and punching. As I lay awake at night, I seemed to have carried the nights with you. The ones where I was locked in the basement The ones where I got one piece of bread for the week But I also carried the good times. I carried the times where we went to the city and watched the stars. The beautiful names you called me. But when it got to be too much, I packed him into the book, closed the cover, then packed the book. I carried you with me dad In a book. I carried my sister. Whitney I carried you In a book. This section jumped around. It always started with I loved you Then I hated you. But I always found a way to Love you Again. As I laid awake at night I thought about all the times you could have saved me But you layed in bed with him And disregarded Everything that was happening to me You disregarded me You disregarded everything about me But I always found a way to Love you Again. But when it got to be too much, I packed her into the book, closed the cover, then packed the book. I carried you with me Whitney In a book. I carried a child. I carried my child. Even though she came to me Out of hate. I always did love Her section. She came to me in the darkest Of times. I was thankful that I got to hold you. Even if it was just for a breathe. If I could have named her it would have been Rebbeca Lynne I have and always did love her. My sweet child. But when it got to be too much, I packed her into the book, closed the cover, then packed the book. I carried you with me child. In a book. I carried an angel. I carried my angel. He came to me at the best times. But he told me something That I never wanted to hear. I was told that in 24 days I was to join him In a world of peace Of happiness And of joy. But in 23 days I learned so much about myself I learned how to escape. But on the last day I did not want to leave. This place sounded so sweet But I wanted to stay and learn. So I ran. I ran as far as I could from him. At the end of the 24th day. He still managed a way to find me. But when it got to be too much, I packed him into the book, closed the cover, then packed the book. I carried you my angel. In a book. I carried the place. This place was not like any other place. Before I entered this place I was told I would not carry anything from the past. I was told this would be a place of peace Of Happiness And of Joy But this place was not. This place was a room. With no lights. With no sound. Just a room. I could not see 2 inches in front of me. This place had no peace No happiness And no joy. It was just a room. But when it got to be too much, I packed it into the book, closed the cover, then packed the book. I carried the place. I carried this book with me. No matter where I went. I carried it with me until the day I died. This book can not be opened. It can not be read. But one day this book will find you. And once you find it You will join me in the basement You will join me in the city. You will join me in the love And in the hate. You join me on the run. You will join me in a breathe. You will join me in the place. But you will never read this book. But when it gets to be too much, You can try to close the cover, then pack the book. But you will never carry this book The book I carried.
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Her most deadliest weapon, Is carried in her silence.
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Oct 2, 2018
Oct 2, 2018 at 4:42 AM UTC
Weapon
# * I scurry off with the North wind to be where I’ve never been Just me and the Bering Sea A comfort shared with my lone friend * #
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 5:30 PM UTC
Where the North Wind Carries
There is a woman; looking at the sky, I want to approach her; but I'm shy. She was filled with sadness; and she was about to cry, However; I chose to approach her and asked her why? She just answered me; of her sigh, I tried to sit beside her; but she stood up saying goodbye. "What's your problem?" as I asked her, "Stay away from me." as she told me but suddenly she held my hand and told me "my eyes starting to blur." I was worried about that time; until she lost her sight, She's fainting and I'm nervous about the incident; i know this is not alright. I helped her and carried her; to the hospital, Nurse asked "Is she your friend?" I answered "Yes, a little."
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 10:26 AM UTC
❝ Carried Away ❞
You carried me for many months and thus became my world My hands are shaped like yours because I am your little girl I could've let you go if you had said that's what you wish But every word I heard you speak was opposite of this I saw the life you thought you lost and held it close for you Believe me when I say that's what I knew I had to do I look at you the same today as I did even then Before I ever breathed the air of everywhere you'd been And there are times when all I need to do is go inside To let the warmth of who you are wash over like a tide The closer that I come to you the less I feel alone I guess it's true what people say - some people feel like home
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 9:01 PM UTC
Three-fingers-width