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New year, new me; cliche it may be,
But f**k mental illness, I’m working on me in 2019.
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What is a life to you?
Is it an empty gaze
in a bloodied field
that once was a school
that once was a sancutary
that once was a home
or a church
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Have you ever felt hollow, like a home in a tree,
like there's something to love inside that you can't see.
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I woke up one day,
no longer a child,
not quite a woman.
The pieces I was made up of
shattered over night
and splintered through my heart.
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Wanna open the blinds,
Wanna feel the sun on my skin.
Gotta embrace what I am,
Gotta love all that i’ve been.
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we are puzzles,
a bit of life on each piece
that i hand to you
and you pass to me.
misshapen,
and never quite where
we’re meant to be
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