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Rebecca

If you don't learn to write your own story, someone else will write it for you

3 poems·Since May 2014
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Borders

August 12, 2014
I can look you in the eyes
And as you leave
I find my hands shaking
I listened to you talk
I lost where I was
 
You touch my shoulder
And I feel myself blush 
The heat in my skull rises
I almost see the sorrow
It is a clinging leech
Staring at me
 
I won’t break again
Sweeping the tables clear
I have learned to understand
The pain of everyone else
I let in what I dread
 
I aim at what is in front of me
I glare at it 
And I do not let it take over me
 
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