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He found me crying

He crew too.

We both crode.

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Father’s teach their sons to be real men, mothers teach their sons how to be good men

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I wanna go back.

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You were born with you father’s eyes, your mother’s smile and their shared ability to talk well

You were handed down your father’s rage, your mother’s sadness and their shared ability of doing what it takes to forget about it.

You share your father’s humor, your mothers sensitivity and your existence is a reminder of the person they once loved

You got your father’s deniability, your mother’s projection and your existence is a reminder of the person they once, loved.

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I changed jobs and

cities, I hated holidays,

babies, history,

newspapers, museums,

grandmothers,

marriage, movies,

spiders, garbagemen,

english accents, spain,

france, italy, walnuts and

the color

orange.

algebra angered me,

opera sickened me,

charlie chaplin was a

fake

and flowers were for

pansies.

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Ghost

I’ve become a ghost

I’ve decided to take a backseat

To let everything unfold in front of me

I’m haunting my friends memory

I watch as they slowly forget the about the friend I used to be

As they mourn in memory, as they grief the person I used to be

They are forgetting about me.

I’m absent from everything around me

Grasping at the edges of my old personality

For even a little bit of individuality but the living dead don’t have disposition.

I don’t leave my bed

I’m practicing for when this illness finally gets its hold on me

The dead are very still in their graves

I’m already barely breathing.

I’ve been gone so long I linger in my old classrooms

They point to my school picture

“Remember that girl, what happened to her?”

My desk is cold and empty

My eyes are lifeless

My mind is empty

Theirs a quiet, a silence that makes me wonder if I came back to life things would be a little more easy

But this is it

I’ve picked my place

The graveyard is one stone less empty.

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Who tf got this photo of me

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I love you like it’s breathing, i kiss you like there’s no more air left in the world and the only oxygen is in your lungs.

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