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I’ll be honest for the very first time There’s a part of me that feels like it would die Without the breath of life that you give me I wish I could inject it into my veins I wish that there were pills to pass the days Until I could see you again. I’ve tried
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Destruction was coursing through my veins. I had to do something to take the pressure away. I had to find someone, anyone. There were bridges to be burned. Cities to be razed. I started playing the game. Increasingly bored by every player. Except one. I wanted him to be my Ides of March. I wanted
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I’m sorry, my dear. There are days when I love you too much. There are nights when I miss you too much. I never wanted anyone to be as close to me as you. Your eyes are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen. Your touch sets my body ablaze. I am yours forever. Forever is
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I’ve been down this road too many times before. It never ends well. Crashing and burning. Those too close become collateral damage. Alcohol doesn’t burn like it used to. Pills don’t have the same effect. Choking on cigarette smoke. Finally something to replace the pain. This damned burden of existence. They say dying is easy.
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I looked in the mirror and began to cry. Not ordinary tears but ones of deep sorrow. The kind that comes from generations of trauma. The ones where my ancestors break through And weep for me. A child of God. Their child. The fruit of their labor. The triumph among adversity. The culmination of centuries
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I wish that love could save the broken ones. Like me. Like us. There’s nothing to fix. No one to save. It all ends. My strength means nothing. It can’t carry me through this time. Tragedy is too trite a word. To describe the loss of ones so beautiful. So damned. So loved. And yet
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He was the best thing to happen to me. A man so warm that he made everything melt away. All the pain of the past began to fade when we got together. But the unthinkable happened. A pandemic hit and tore us apart. Words dripped with longing. My skin began to burn. My heart began
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I fill the moments when I’m alone with a man that doesn’t exist. But I swear that he was real by the feeling left on my fingertips. There are no words left There’s nothing left to convey I repeat these broken promises at least twice a day. The anger has receded My tears are good
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I don’t know what I was looking for I just felt like it was too late I spent my youth playing games But mostly running away. From myself From my family From the cruelty of living. But I couldn’t run forever So I ran into the arms of a man Who held me like you
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I want to peel my skin off So I won’t be reminded of you I want to hide so the world won’t see my shame I want the ground to swallow me whole So I can disappear But none of that can happen I have to look in your eyes every day And not want
Trapped In The Margins 