thirteen

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There is forever sitting on the cracks

sinking in lines on my lips

where screaming dies out

of my mouth. I'm in sorrow

of all the things I've lost

mourning the most recent

loss of my voice.

A handful of choices are thrown up in the air

cause I can't seem to talk dreams

when I can't even scream

and ask for the help I need.

I listen to the songs by Tatiana Manaosi

and she tells me "they don't care what you go through"

she reminds me "nobody knows how you feel"

and I take away her melody into my heart

as I stop tripping up on the pieces

and leave it be;

there is forever sitting on the cracks

sinking in lines on my hands

so I take it and leave this place

without sorrows.

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