There are days I want to pretend you are just a call away.
MAGGIE BOWYERIs this pain ripping me, ripping us apart, really just psychosomatic?
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I can scream into every passing storm cloud, but that will not bring you back. I can yell at god as i sob over crinkled pictures, but all i can grasp are memories.
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Don’t you know that shedding your pain only makes it reverberate.
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When you are starved for a moment of relief, you’ll eat their poison by the mouth full, no questions until the digestion leads to new problems.
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These words crash over and threaten to destroy me. I cannot find the stars so far beneath these waves of insecurity and mistrust, their light has seemed to vanish.
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The grace of being home is that i no longer have to waste energy on looking okay.
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What started as a friendly fire quickly turned into assassination. What did i do to jump to number one in your hit list?
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I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.
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On my worst days, my brain tries to trick me into wishing I stayed. It’s really trying to convince me that I didn’t deserve to survive.
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Is this pain ripping me, ripping us apart, really just psychosomatic?
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There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
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I was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.
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You’ve retracted your rays of warmth. You’ve pulled the clouds to cover sunlight. I think everyone is growing more concerned as the days keep passing and you’re still absent.
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Two showers a day and I’m still a thousand more from washing you away.
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December sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.
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The very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
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