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I don't want to 

I shouldn't need to 

I don't have to

I really shouldn't.

Numbers upon numbers upon numbers that insist

upon eachother. Adding up quickly and carrying mental 

weight, a physical weight that I then carry around with me under sweatshirts and skirts 

I have to do this, I have to lose it.

almost half every day,

tick tick tick, the numbers go by, they whiz by as the clock ticks,

down, down the drain it flows, wishing it was flushed but I'm not that brave.

I'm not afraid of it, I'm strengthened.

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TheDemiDevil

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16 years old

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  • Poetry

    By TheDemiDevil

    August 10th/Hurt

    I feel like I'm imposing

    Which isn't fair for you to do,

    It's not fair that you make me feel like I'm on the outside

    I hate sitting here, trying to reignite what once was

    I thought we we're doing this anymore

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  • Poetry

    By TheDemiDevil

    unkept (wo)man

    subjugated to solitude eternal,

    only perceiving and watching love,

    maybe receiving it but never understanding it

    never internalizing it

    it bounces off. Doesn't stick,

    unkept and unruly and unclean.

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