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The battle rages,
not to be quelled within me.
Who is the victor?
9 years 9 months ago
I was so stupid.
I am but a child.
I am a master at drilling screws into delicate places
9 years 9 months ago
It is during waking hours that you simmer on the back burner.
Softly existing
Gently rolling
9 years 9 months ago
I laid with you in a field
A field full of memories
green
9 years 9 months ago
What am I but a grain of sand in the ocean,
going through life's daily motion?
What am I but a single star,
9 years 9 months ago
You held me
Caressing flesh
Tracing curves
Turning your porcelain skin in circles
9 years 9 months ago
I'm running for my life.
I hear the whirring of the alarms,
the screams of the people.
I look for a way to run,
9 years 9 months ago
The strong person finds inspiration in pain and strife.
The weak person wallows in it.
9 years 9 months ago