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All At Once


I have no grip to the ground on this earth The rubber on the soles of my shoes is worn down Nothing ties me down to the trees To the dying flowers To the muddy grass And gravity is nothing more than a nuisance It tries to give me a reason to stay It pierces through my feet like needles and stitches me to the concrete Like a mediocre piece of art Escape attempts from this place Futile and Worthless And I scream the words to my favorite songs Hoping that maybe this will suck the life From the everlasting sting in my chest My voice sinks to a hiss by sundown I can't speak above a whisper And My toothy grin drowns out my desire to sleep with my head beneath the covers Every scar I veil begs to differ with the laugh in my throat My facade is wearing thin And Just when I think I'm getting better The sky fogs The wind picks up And the rain Endlessly Pours I'll just lie in the dark With nothing No one Except for the goosebumps on my arms And Just when I think I'm getting better Their eyes avert Their voices fade Their body heat turns cold They're gone I'm alone Again My mind glitches And yells And screams But I'll stare straight ahead With my lips pinned tightly together Not a sound Until everything comes down All at once
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heavenlymisery
<p>wow this is absolutely amazing writing</p>

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