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machine me
My scars don’t define me They are merely scratches on the surface of this body This body that I hold I am my body and my past, but it is not me That’s how I gain my confidence By knowing I am so much more than my physical I’m actually not what’s visible at all…
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My purpose
And I will drown myself in water Because they have taken away the pills And the alcohol I will pour everything I can down the sink Because my blood no longer flows from my skin They took away the blades But they didn’t take away the pain within I will deafen myself with music because…
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Fingertips
Fingertips on skin Like faulty wires Electric sparks But beware for flammable items For they can clearly catch alight But sometimes they dont look flammable And we mistake objectifying for dirty talk Mistaking possessiveness for lust And controlling for in love Like a pool of gasoline The wire is engulfed in flames Not possible to…
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My trip
Colors intertwine Sending shivers down my spine But my body is twisting and shaping itself Becoming part of this reality Where colors shine And plastic leaves grow and wind And people leave trails of themselves in different lives The floor isn’t solid or liquid Its on a fine line Where there is movement but stability…
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memories
There are too many memories I cannot remember And I don’t understand how I can ever understand myself If even I don’t know my own life I’m supposed to put together this jigsaw But I’m missing all of these pieces How do you expect me to know my own mind? I know where the gaps…
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Isolation
Isolation Drifting reality Space between us Connections unfold Now too long to hear your words But our hearts are tied We can’t hold hands but we stand side by side With meters and miles between us Holding on Hoping for a reunion to come along Distanced but awake Scared but living each day I have…
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Not to love
What is it like not to love Or at least not yet? I would tell you but there isnt much to it Loss and grief are easy Comitment is hard I still feel warm around the right people But if I lost them I would only have to adjust my routine Taylor
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See the future
I can see the future But I looked into the crystal ball and… Crack. It fills itself Black. I could see the future, Until I tried To see mine Taylor
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