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Help Me

by Grey

I can't see the future but I can't dare look at the past. I told myself I was done and this was the last. I can't handle the pain! The guilt or the blame. But I can't escape this life. This toughness and rage. Hands have slipped on me, and tongues have slurred to me. My innocence was taken from me. Way before I even knew about the birds and the bees. How am I supposed to cope knowing I'm like no one else? How am I supposed to see light if all I've known is dark? I'm digging my own hole and I'm an inch from six feet. Someone help me, just someone please?
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Poetry is life. Sometimes my mind stops and I don't know what to write. But in the long run poetry is a way to let go. I set my dreams free and lets my feelings flow. The whole world can know how I feel. From a line and a word it's my sanity deal. So I write so my voice can be heard. I'm no longer just hidden from the world. -Grey <3

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savigirl14
<p>Innocence is a lie. Every person who tries to do good has a tainted experience of people trying to bring them down. I used to be innocent, until everyone tried to change who I am. But what if I don't want to change? Does that even matter? Read my poems and plz comment</p>

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