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Realize
TW Sexual Violence I don’t really feel like this body is mine. My heart feels sick. Poison pumping through my veins. New pain is enriched. It happened over again. Your hands are still touching me. Lumbar in pain. You’re holding me down. I struggle in vain. Let go
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Macro
Floating rock hurtling through space Battleground of 8 billion mistakes Maybe the reason we bake cakes Is to prepare ourselves to see the things we love be devoured by those around us I see warnings in festivities Sharp tongues coated in civilities Empty smiles soften hostilities Why am I the
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Permission to rest
It’s okay. You can rest. There is no race. There is no test. There is no need to make a sound. There is nobody else around. There is a reason to improve. A time to stop. A time to move. If you need to fall apart, you are allowed
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Paintover
Strings pull in opposing directions Threaten to tighten their hold Every step stitches them deeper Binding me fast to the mold I’m scared to split down the middle ‘Stop exaggerating’ I am told Afraid a single mistake shatters And leaves me alone in the cold A crevasse this deep
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El mundo no lo vemos
I don’t have your answers I only found mine El mundo no lo vemos como es, sino como somos nosotres We don't see the world as it is, we see it as we are
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Gloops
I thought looking at me would be hard But you drew stars around my scars Nebula dancing across my bruises Filling me up with reasons to choose this I was taught love was sacrifice Devotion a need to compromise But maybe instead of falling we rise Into safety with open
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Wreck me
I no longer wish to fly Building a bed where I can lie Surrounded by big piles of fluff 20 minutes can be enough Open arms are filled with gifts Some are drawn and some are knit I search for you to pass the hours So my peace can be
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Low tide
Sometimes I’m okay Sometimes I’m not Accusations of ease Tie me in knots The tide of expectations creeps up to my neck I’m forced to tread water When I really need rest I’m scared to reach out where you can reject But your gifts of gold
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Spectacular
The years pass and your presence remains constant. Your mind and mine are similarly haunted. Emotions slowly turn into an inverted corset. Hours pass together and not once have I forced it. Worlds collide. In fear of our demise, I try to hide. Yet I'm surprised. Your easy
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Sister
We would never work, and that makes me feel safe, Possibility of unknown hopes always driven past mistakes. Above all I hope our bond never meets the same fate. Thinking it through enables me to enjoy the way we play. Faced with beautiful madness, I no longer feel so strange.
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Two-Faced
Kindred spirit, your stripes seem familiar. Yet you keep your insides unknown. Passenger princess, your surface glistens and reflects. Distracting from icy secrets deep below. Icicles pierce the back of my neck. You demand control under a guise of respect. You flee from the pathological fear of realizing things you