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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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Evolve
Evolution kicks in when everything is nearly extinct and dies I’ve died so many times Too many failed tries Was I dying, or just trying to change my life Because it did, and I grew stronger and kinder and weaker where I need And I learnt so many lessons I am now able to teach…
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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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I was young
I was young and dumb it started by carving my hand with the nail on my thumb But then I started etching my doodles into my skin Before I knew what self-harm was I had no way of stopping it It started as art then became a control Controlling depression Trying to lessen Never learning…
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Where do I go?
Everything is better… or so it seems. So why do you still haunt me in my dreams? Why are you here…? There was no invitation. There is no motive. there is no reason for this party. So… what do I do now? Where do I go? Because it seems you’re always following me down every…
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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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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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Poetry by Taylor 