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My room
And my room smells of alcohol againAnd my room smells of meAloneAnd I really like itThere’s something comfortable about learning how to walk myself homeI’m learning how to stumble lessThere’s something comforting about my responsibility only being myselfMy rooms a messBut in my defence there isn’t anywhere to hang anything and there aren’t any drawersMy…
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You called me a man
I kinda liked it I dont think Im a man But Im not always a woman So just call me Taylor Because that is who I am
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trigger
I sometimes loose control of my body My hands smack into my head repeatedly My eyes water with no end My heart rushes and bangs through my chest This can be caused when I have strong feelings that my brain can’t process. I wanted to sleep for hours and I couldn’t I wanted to feel…
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You can’t ask a broken person To believe your words with no actions With contrary reactions With promises unkept You can’t ask me to believe that you love me When what I want is just hug me All I need is a friend I can’t feel loved if you leave me I can’t feel loved…
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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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Poetry by Taylor 