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Falling and there's nothing I can do A shoulder to cry on When the story hits home A pillow to lay my head on In the night when you feel alone

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I will always believe that if someone wants to, they will, because when i wanted to, I did.

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it's a different type of pain when you don't cry anymore, you just take a deep breathe and accept it.

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it’s me vs. my mind everyday.

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Grief comes in waves I never saw coming,

How my feet sink when the rain starts running,

staring at the sea as it gobbles me down deep, the drowning on repeat,

That’s a metaphor for grief.

When your under the water it’s peaceful untill you realise you can’t breathe,

reaching for the light there’s bubbles in my eyes, it’s hard to think the gulping water steps into my lungs and holds them tight,

My rips shake my heart pounds as I open my eyes,

I’m on land, in my bed it was just a dream,

All a big metaphor for grief.

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Mary Jo Bang, from A Film in Which I Play Everyone: Poems; “Hotel Incognito”

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Officially in my quiet era i don't have much to say about anything anymore it is what it is and life goes on

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i want someone to be so unbelievably obsessed with me that they can’t stop themselves from touching me

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I never realised how bad I just wanted my pop.. I want you too come back now we need you

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My family’s falling apart.. again…..

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I hate myself

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I think to much..