Swallow a bit every day.

Swallow a bit every day. It's a coping mechanism.

Take reality in a bit and settle in the pain with ease

  of knowing numbness was the ending Nirvana.

Tugging on the rags that cling to my body

And face the course hair that hide my face and touch my shoulders.

My eyelids painted beautifully,

I think, the curve of jet back

 

Because I am begging to be the lucky girl.

The girl who has that one person fonding his mind

   raking in every imagine of her.

To have him react scenarios just to say... hi

 

As if this will answer my problems.

We hear fairy tales all our lives...

Then try to go create them.

 

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