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Lucinda Bors Poem
Blissfull Ignorance
Laughing at the broken hearts
Unknown felicity
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im a quickthinking hardheaded son of a gun
i sleep in the day and worship the night
carpe dium has nothing on carpe noctum
im the reason you cant sleep
im the one who'll make you weep
im a manic depressant
dont tell me to be happy
im bipolar and overemotional
im unorganised and lazy
i tear up my cloths
i take to long getting ready
i smile when im in pain
and laugh when i want to cry
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I wish you could feel my pain
and yet if you do itll never be the same.
I love and that love is lost,
i feel and yet all i am is numb.
Unconditional consequences that always amount to nothing.
Promisis that seem they will be better never are
and seem to push the dagger more into my heart.
I wish you could see what you left of me
yet i never want to see you.
You've broken my heart and itll never be complete.
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My lover my fighter my savior my reason to breath
your heart and your soul is all that i need
your lips caress mine
your smile is wide
your love is irreplacele and unstoppable
your arms envelope me
i could never be more happy
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Of all the things you ever did
all that you regret is your kid
As you slap her with your hand
she wishes she had a real man
As you hit him with the switch
remember your ruling day will be over quick
Cause vengence is an angsty word
but with yo its hardly absurd
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The rope is tightening
My burns are stinging
My nose is bleeding
My eyes are crying
but above all my heart is broken
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The more you say 'I Hate You'
the more i want to prove you dont
You hit me
i like it that way
You say im worthless
but if i truely was would you have bothered to say it
You abuse me
i like it rough
You say 'I wish you were dead'
little do you know i am
at least pain is a feeling i can count on
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A true man would know
to comfort me
to remove the tears from my eyes
to prove that my scars should be a thing of the past
to stop be from more bruises
to remove the headphones form my ears so i can listen and to
remove them form his so i can speak
to say no more to prevent a hangover
to prove that violence will only result in more
to show me i dont need to risk my life for an adrenaline rush
how to take care of me
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