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If I could take a chainsaw and cut open my rib cage, I could breatheThis is anxietyIf I could I'd slice a line open between my hip bones to give my sq..
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I was born red.
Fiercesome, Dramatic.
Spirited but silenced, white paint added through the years to a little girl who didn't know your hatred voic..
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I sit in your home, bathed in sunlight, scent and whimsical, childhood associations of safety colliding with grownup fear.
I remember days alone on..
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Because of this: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=20x9xEzlODU&feature=youtu.be
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I had (still have) a teddy that went everywhere with me as a kid. In a moment of sheer panic as an adult in a foreign country, I craved the soft embra..
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Anxiety grips my insides
Chest to stomach entangled
Visions of little me gathering that mess
tossing it up up up where the food goes down
Out of m..
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This isn't really a poem. It's just me spilling words of one of the constant cycles the daughters of an addict live through.
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I'm not good
I'm falling apart
But I won't tell you that
Because I don't have the energy
And I'm not sure I want to admit things
So ask me again ..
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It's bubbling up my throatStopped by the giant lump thereThis constant pressureI wanted to stay in bedUnder the duvet, cuddling my bearThe pressure of..
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I spend time telling your daughter I'm not her mama when she calls me that.
After I've fetched her from school, fed her, dried her tears from the b..
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