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I've been waiting for you to rescue me,
My tears keep coming,
No one there to catch them.
I thought you were here,
But you must have left an hour ago.
A day ago?
A week ago?
My knees are weak,
My sweating hands pulling
******* my ballgown,
I step hastily away
As my heartbreak claims
Another year away.
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There was a price for friendship...

                ...In this case it was two dollars.

I would have walked home
If only I knew
How much you hate to turn around...
I decided today that
Nobody
Could love me or care for me
If they knew
Who I truly am.
That doesn't mean no one loves me--
It only means they don't know.

Is it better to let people in
To see the real me
And risk everything I hoped
To build?
Or is it better to
Shut everything in
So I will be the only one
Who doesn't love myself?

Do I dare risk dreaming
Of a better day?
Peerl: Light, drizzling rain
Old memories past before
And the blows are still sharp-

Were you in such a rush
To throw me away?
The hand outreached to rescue me
From drowning,
Quickly pulled away.

The bruises and scars are here
And the new cuts
Crust over
With frost and ice,
Eager to reopen them.
Parvule: Small pill.
About how
Your lies hurt more deeply
Than
The truth they hide.
Does satan love the dark
Because he can hide from himself?
To hate
Is to let part of your soul

*Die.
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