I cannot.
In all this quiet I cannot think,
And you and your arms
And your sheath
Breaking down around me.
I like to tell people
What you are –
How you are what you are.
To put this mask on
And feel like it’s normal.
But then again,
It is normal for us.
And then the tremors
And the big spoon dilemma,
The agoraphobia
(Or so it seems).
And I cannot drag you out
And I will not lose to this;
But I think I lost
The moment you decided
To give up.














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I'm a member of =DeviantDolls and *VisualLit, are you?
The Scraps...where poems go to be improved with advanced critique.
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give yr mom a BIGGG hug from mee!
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Charli
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I'm a member of =DeviantDolls and *VisualLit, are you?
The Scraps...where poems go to be improved with advanced critique.
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i'm glad it made you feel.
cheer up.
*huggles*
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i wanted water but i'll walk through the fire
if this is what it takes to take me even higher
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