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Compilation of notes written on table napkins, back of food receipts, post-its or edges of my work notebook.

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by iamnic08

by iamnic08

A shot straight to the heart
A direct hit to the core
Broken bones, beaten soul
Until you have no more

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I'll pretend that it doesn't hurt
that the wounds don't cut deep
that at night I don't bleed
that I do not cry myself to sleep

I'll say that I'm okay
that I'm not tempted to run away
that I'm invincible, I won't break
that I'll stay strong for my own sake

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I cannot write happy today
No words are coming out
No rhymes, no fluff, no cheese
Maybe happiness is just a hit and miss

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Step away
Stand aside
Move back

Run far
Escape
Never look back

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