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All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.

Odd Ken

Please the night’s cold, not her name again!
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Cold Herself Name Night
I guess there’s so much in your absence that kills my soul from the burning wood to ash.
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Absence Burn Kill Myself Soul Yourself
Respect pain. Every heartfelt word is first born from sadness.
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Born Pain Respect Sadness
Like her name, some people are best left scrouged on the skin.
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Herself Name People Skin
The broken worlds we hide inside; that’s how we start to die!
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Break Death Hide Start World
If ever the fall is the ground, someone tell her I’m this close to soil, and I can feel it!
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Fall Feeling Ground Myself
After healing I’ll run back to her – of course this poem demands a brutal ending!
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Brutal Demand End Healing Myself Poem Run
This ‘missing you’ It begs for water; it cries your name.
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Beg Cry Missing Name Water Yourself
These sharp edges you left behind, they cut so deep; and I guess maybe I am just not dying enough.
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Death Deep Edge Enough Hurt Myself
All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.
ODD KEN

Children Depression Hands Myself Soft
I can sing love; only I’m afraid the lyrics might get shattered again.
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Afraid Love Lyrics Myself Sing
I held my breath underwater and felt surrender in my lungs; maybe this too counts as love.
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Breathe Count Love Myself Surrender
I’ve been to the countryside a couple of times. Somedays it is all wood and grass and empty. Other days it feels like you!
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Country Feeling Forest Place Time Yourself
You’re gone. And I think I’m only trying to mean a lot to myself too.
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Break Up Myself Thinking Try
Sometimes even in pain we smile to the world until we think we’re dying.
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Death Pain Smile Thinking World
I guess we all understand the love language fine; but maybe truth is we’re just too fluent in goodbyes.
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End Goodbye Language Love Myself Truth Understand

All through the depression, I was the soft toy in the hands of a baby with sharp teeth.

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