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Mourning for a love that was; that is no longer.
That is still a mustard seed in my heart.
For JM .
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About living with trauma related memory loss.
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These poems and words say
"Forgive and you will be free"
But what happens when
You have forgiven
And it's the fear and guilt that
Eats and cages ..
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Roofie,
Mandy,
Mary-Jane,
When will I see you again?
Oxy filling up my head,
Another man beneath my bed.
One line,
Two line,
Maybe more,
Unti..
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This love is a dark void.
Neither here nor there; I am suspended in darkness.
It suffocates and violates me,
Muffling my desperate breathes and c..
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A drunken ramble.
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I smell them on my sheets,
Thought now I'd feel complete,
Instead I'm still lost and wondering.
I can scrub and can burn,
A reminder it's not m..
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Discriptive writing.
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Wind through trees at night,
Blows to no one's delight,
Blows to nobody here but me.
Though the trees look impressed,
By the winds moans and the r..
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It is dark.
The moonlight struggles to light my stage through windswept clouds, thick with rage as they pass by.
The bones of the forest rattle and ..
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