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Day 5
red lips stained in hate
you break me down into
bits and pieces;
my failures make a lump sum
of my entire life,
and you never hesitate
to let me know
that i could never
be good enough
Day 6
are these words your own?
they're heavy on my back,
making it hard to breathe.
why is it that your words
hurt the most?
Day 7:
she missed simpler times
of wind-swept skin and
bruised knees of childhood
because she never had to worry
about where her life was headed
(or wasn't)
sitting in her backyard
felt like a resolution now
as she'd crush dandelions
between her fingers
until they were beyond recognition--
until it felt relatable.
red lips stained in hate
you break me down into
bits and pieces;
my failures make a lump sum
of my entire life,
and you never hesitate
to let me know
that i could never
be good enough
Day 6
are these words your own?
they're heavy on my back,
making it hard to breathe.
why is it that your words
hurt the most?
Day 7:
she missed simpler times
of wind-swept skin and
bruised knees of childhood
because she never had to worry
about where her life was headed
(or wasn't)
sitting in her backyard
felt like a resolution now
as she'd crush dandelions
between her fingers
until they were beyond recognition--
until it felt relatable.
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I wrote Days 1 - 4 individually, and then April became a freaking madhouse. So I wrote things in bits and pieces but has NO time to post. So, to keep from spamming people, I think I'll post in segments by week and see where I'm at.
Anywho, here's the rest of week 1.
Anywho, here's the rest of week 1.
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That day 7 one really speaks to me...