May 22, 2017
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I tear myself apart like a
yellow petals
dancing slowly on the air,
falling in beautiful slow-motion and
folding in on themselves in a
majestic cacophony of bewilderment
Beautiful in the sense that
Im not afraid to fall apart
But falling apart became
something I was used to


Alone in that room
That tape recorder I sat next to
Every time I felt destructive
I hid it between the couch cushions
So that they wouldn’t see
How much they hurt me.

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CrystalliteThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
today at 9:07 pm
are you still alive..
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