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You know it's not worth it
I just keep on hurting
My body's tumbling
My hands be fumbling
Never stopping running
Pain
Shame
Fighting through it
Thinking My brains to blame
My body ain't ever been tamed
You know I'm drinking all of my thoughts
Keeping it
So bottled up
I know I'm not tough
And this is rough
But how do I keep pushing on
When all I've been doing
is collapsing
And you think I want this
Well
–YOUR WRONG
Will do Grammer later :)
My heavy, young chest has longed for a heart
That is going to fill the missing part
A part that bleeds cyan and tastes pretty ta𝘳t
It is still trying to find it at every opportunity, throwing its 143rd dart.

An underrated universality, as heavy as absolution,
The moment hope shatters to a thousand pieces when it finally hits the face, the realization.
It's only your soul that will do, create your salvation,
The little child in me is mad at romance movies, such a misrepresentation.
Forget the
Baguette,
Slumber, in the arms of a
Cucumber.
Never doubt the
Sprout.
Don't be mean to the bean.
Make drama, when peeling a
Banana.
Use a heron, to squeeze
Your lemon.
Feed a grape, to that ape.
Carve a kiwi into a kiwi.
Stare at at pear.
Pretend a spring onion,
Is a bunion, but! Don't leave it
In your sock.
Do the tango, with a mango.
Make mashed potato,  look like a chateau.
Excite a parrot,
With a carrot.
Is that pea, a she or a he? Whatever! Have tea with that pea, in a teepee.
Make rice mice.
Don't make a scene, with an aubergine.
Take that courgette, to the vet.
Visit the planet, that looks like a pomegranate.
Dye your boot, with beetroot.
Take the lead, when planting your seed.
Drink sherry with a berry.
See, with glasses made of brocoli.
A horse with dapple, loves an apple.
Don't play dumb, with a plum.
I went to the kitchen
hot milk and yeast
to calm me

I climbed up
out of the pit
to get here

giving up
confused
giving up what I know

looking for the ****
of consolation
and safe harbor

I came here
to make sense
of the confusion

my tears coming
from a place new
strange uncharted

Twain is here
maybe Plath
not my Path

searching for
the Sage in me
Is she here?

you tell me
I kid you not there was no salvation but this site. I will buy suns to shine on everyone
snow falls like a million past lives
cold incessant
the yellow fire hydrant
wonders "what am I doing here?
it decides to leave
the snow bound streets
march off to the smelter
"What am I doing here?
"What good am I?
Here in the midst of winter,
What is my purpose?
"To fight fires."
an answer
from the infinite past.
"Don't run away don't give up
Some day, some how,
somewhere
you will be needed,
just not right now."
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