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Drop.

April 10, 2014
By TheRoboticsChick BRONZE, Cromwell, Connecticut
TheRoboticsChick BRONZE, Cromwell, Connecticut
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I stumble down your face like a drunkard,
Leaving a zigzagging trail that tells of pain.
A harbinger of things slowly falling apart.
I provide relief, pierce the balloon
That is your heart.
Or perhaps you don’t notice me.
To others I am as noticeable as a leaky faucet.
I loosen the gears that grate together in your mind,
And when you say you’re fine I’m the one who screams,
No you’re not!
When you explode in hurt I am the debris,
And when he leaves, I paint you black.


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