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I never did do very well with survival. 
I used to yell by choice at life expecting an echo 
to call back and fall in love with my voice.
Before I fell asleep I'd dig so deep within myself 
I thought everyone else must deem me filthy.
I felt absurd in the skin I was in and craved attention 
while giving up just to prove that I have a strong mind 
that will still wear heels to the trial of whether or not I'm good enough.
Then, I saw his face and laughed out loud at how I gasped
because it was like the screech before a collision.
This was the sound I've never heard when time stops 
because someone takes your breath away.
I was ready for the grip tight fight, fold over dear beloved letter 
you send to meet the trinity of drinks, sunset, and music. 
Sip, sip, kiss, reminisce and zip tie ropes on tight lipped sentences
to hang on every space between words.
I learned the hard way that trust puts rust on an old soul, but
I felt a fire within my tired and out came a mouthful of choir 
at a street sign stop rest, deep breath, silence, walk back on the path 
of rocks and pebbles because broken pieces take you home 
to a place you know where innocence resides behind eyelids 
and cracked sidewalks that grow roses and ghosts.

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