pain
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When people first meet me,They LOVE me.Oh, how they love me.My hungry eyes feed their starving souls.causing them to beg for more and more,and more.That is, until….The dark starts seeping onto them.Permeating their clothes,Soaking their insides.And then…..They stay too long.Only to drown from my tears,When I had told them to go.
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I learned my mother gave me 3rd degree burns. And that when I dissociate,my body is preparing for me to die.Knowing this is meant to heal me,Yet, it only makes me cry.
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Living in this timeline with a shit immune system is equivalent to being in a horror movie Each new day Dodging the dangers While they pile up higher than mount everest Knowing they want you dead My fears hiding in the shadows of the air i breathe The food I eat And the things that…
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My son met a girl just like me.Its a thing they say.Like me, she has long dark hair,Intense brown eyes.Even our birthdays,just mere days apart.Our childhoods mirrored each other. We shared the same pain,Afflicted on us by those who were meant to protect us.Forced to grow up starving. Thinking hunger was in our nature.We know…
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My back hurts.Hands are restless.Watching the people with their dead eyes.White picket fences.Pigs waiting to be slaughtered.Programmed by greed and ignorance.When will you see?We are bombing children!Billionaire men are fucking them!The water is poisoned.The air is thick.Stop driving.Stop working.Just STOP.I’m made to sit quiet.And bleed,And suffer,Hambre de alma.The tortured soul.Broken by those who were meant…
Matilda's Fugue 