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i reach my hands out for something and quickly let go, i let myself slip, im frantic
planting my seeds deep in nurturing soils but ripping the roots up, i panic
id like to scream at the top of my lungs id like to yell out violently in all my rage
id like to whisper softly to gently speak in touch because my silence is not a cage
i try to sit still i try to be patient i try to remind myself that the ground is beneath my feet
i rearrange all the furniture throwing out all the chairs and spend my days confusingly trying to find a seat
oh the complexities of emotion all the trouble a warm embrace gently ends up leading to
something that sounds so inviting seems so pleasing and almost would be if it were anyone but you
but me.. but my mind, i can not hide all the dark crevices and deep thoughts attached to my soul
im sorry for being this way i know its discouraging trying to get to know a broken person whos so vigorously becoming whole
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Very touching. You're quite talented. *Heart*
I forgot to welcome you. WELCOME TO WdC! *Hug1**Smile**Hug2*
sus  Author Icon
sick, we float between two worlds
wandering the same house in different rooms
i wait for you but you never come
and you never come so i never leave
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Welcome to WdC! You're quite the poet! Well done! Thanks for sharing. *Smile*
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I purge the thoughts of my psyche
I rid the pain of my soul
I clean the bottoms of my feet
in hopes that one day i may be pure.
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