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You make my eyes burn,
You make my tears swell,
You set them free.

You make my body cringe,
You make my fingertips numb,
You save them.

You make my laughter cease,
You make my hope suffer,
You free my mind.

But most importantly,
You make my world die.

An original text by, Nicole J. Aldridge- Archambault

Being alone all by myself, secluded, silence,

No family, no love, security unseen,

Friends know the bones of my pain, but can’t feel the flesh,

The closest things to my heart, are the tears kissing my neck,

People say you choose your fate, but mine hunted me down,

Found me in my prime, and viciously attacked me,

Slammed my face in the grimy blood covered ground, without skipping a beat,

With every step I take into my future, the threads of my soul pluck away,

Protecting my only true love from the pain she mirrors, is the only thing more important than my happiness and well being,

But being strong for the people around me, the true challenge succeeded,

How can people know I need help when my job is to be strong?

They unknowingly interact with me, when my physical pain oozes blood, and I’m dying inside,

Weird how the love from my true love, is my beating heart,

For if she were to go, I would follow,

Til then, she suffers with me,

And I suffer,

Alone.

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