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I'm might be a girl two But I think I might love you

She's who she is, no one else.

I cry for the times you were almost mine. I cry for the memories I've left behind. I cry the pain. The Lost the Old the New. But most of all I cry for times I thought I had you.

Because everyday I see them in love Because I know I'll never have him Because the world wont let us Because he said he loves her Because I want him to love me But I'll never be able to feel his warm embrace and see his loving smile Just because I can't

She holds me close when I cry. She says to me "My love never dies." I stain her shoulder with tears, secrets, and silence. She knows very well I might spark the violence... In her heart, in the family and even in myself. She's kept every homemade card, drawing and kindergarden style present proudly on the shelf. Thank you M.O.M. Thank you Mother Of Mine

My words hanging on the end of my pencil and my heart spilt onto the lined paper on the desk etched with scrathes from trying despretly to get my pen to work. My hands blistered and stained with ink and graphite. Voices echoing through my mind my deep brown eyes darting across room and my chapped thin lips forming words but not speaking them. Paranoia is far behind what I feel in this small dark room covered with ruined poems some posted on the wall others crumpled on the ground from the garbage can's overflow. My chair seemed to get smaller and smaller and smaller by each letter written. The walls felt like they were closing in and the roof

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