Poems from CH

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Everyday must be its own
I feel so burdened by the heaviness in heart, My chest constricting and prohibiting me from breathing, From thinking.   The stress around...
What is the direction of man, the destination, the goal, the end, blindly grabbing for the unreachable, so far, so close, so near, in sight...
As your child and your pride, Was I not supposed to be a priority? To be cared for and supported in my decisions, Was that too much to...
When you lose your head, scramble your feet, mix up your words, I'll be waiting for you, to find yourself once more.   When you feel like...
I see your mouth open, watch your face contort as your speak, I try so hard to understand, what you want me to realize.   But every time...

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