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I want little sparrows singing to me that everything will be alright. I want a hug from each of my friends that lasts forever. I want to hear you say that I am safe tonight. I want to freeze to death when you go away so that I don't have to see the brunt of Mid-December. I want you to pick me up, And shatter me. Pour my fragile soul into a tiny carrying cup, And say "You matter to me". I feel so fatal, I could break. I'm so fragile, I can't cease to shake. I'm tipping and slipping towards the edge, I need you here with me when I'm shoved off the ledge. It is a far ways down. I don't want to be awake to hit the ground. You said you loved me with a warmth that burns hotter than fire, I'm calling you out as a liar. I don't care about all the ways I could die tonight. Why can't time just slow and let me burn in pyrophillia? Just hold me and please scream that everything will be alright! I feel havoc wreaked into my eyes for my face is blood streaked and I am terrified as I drown in mental mania. I hope we get home soon, 'Cause these city lights are too bright for me to bear. I saw a ghost in my room, What in the world was she doing there? I'm staring at my silhouette since something seems so wrong with the shape, Wondering if you'll still love me when you realize I'm just deadweight? They say to love your frivolous (but not fatal?) flaws, But that's pretty hard to do when they're all bursting through the jaws of mashed monster maws. I don't know where I came from, Where I reign from, Who I am, Where I stand, What am I even? Can I even? How the hell did I get here? -end-

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Date: 12/19/2021 11:47:00 AM
This is delightful. I cannot explain why. I get bored with the same old themes. This is not that. Much deep emotion here. Expressing yourself as you did is a feat. Quite honest and not pretending you have It all together. Or know all the answers. That kind of poetry chokes me..life is a journey, after all, pangie xo
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