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Time to shred off the old skin
The storm passed
Clouds part
And there is a boy who is filled with life
He sees the future
He knows he’s got this
The mirror no longer stares at nobody
The mirror reflects a boy on a mission
The boy grabs the oars
Takes a step into the canoe
He takes off down the river with hope
All the worries
Become so many stories
Confusing at the front
Hope in the back
I lay down
And my heart is down
Adjusting to the new reality
When will I fully feel normal
For now I turn the pages
Looking for a page with words
Emptiness eats me alive
But it’s too cold to dig my grave
I wake up not feeling sleepy
But feeling alive
Because there’s you
The light at the end of the tunnel
The fire that keeps me going
The reason to get through the week
Whatever cute thing I say about you
Just know the cutest thing I can say is
You are so cute in all your cute ways
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Her bottom lip dropped as she smeared mascara on her upper lashes
She had a thousand imperfections and make up did the trick
Of course she had to hide most of her natural beauty because that’s what the men preferred
The mirror portrayed a beautiful woman, hopefully the guys saw more than just lust
She put on her barely covering stockings and bedazzled bra, taking one last look in the mirror
She was set to have a great night in town
But just the thought of having to twirl herself around and shake her booty for some dollar bills was sickening
Guys drooling, bulges, dirty looks, smacks, touching, filthiness, all done by pathetic losers and not her husband
But he’s been gone for months; seems to have bought a one way ticket out of crazy town
By the nights end she would be exhausted just to return to the small apartment that she could barely afford in the first place
With her child gone there was no point in keeping up with the cleaning either
So with that in mind she left her apartment that evening in hopes of a better life
Took one last look around, scoffing as she turned off the lights not even bothering to lock the door
She bought herself a one way ticket out
You break the bottle without a drop of alcohol staining the carpet
Laughs, giggles, smirks, dumb sentence follows your lips
Blood flow increases, my eyes narrow, clinched, ready
An act of a lifetime starts, swooping down to steal my anger
And like always I look the other way
And the next morning when I wake up alone
I ask myself
What’s worse, the fact she breaks wine bottles without a drop,
Or the fact that she’s so far gone?
Either way my carpet isn’t getting destroyed, but I am
Whether I know it or not, slowly, each drop, each sip…
Define the definition of defiantly.
Lacking slacking
Tracking cracking
Paying staying
Glowing showing
Stinging Beeing
Holding handling
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