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What if I just *replaces head with coral like Patrick in that one spongebob episode* all better
It's difficult when parents don't understand and tell you the same things all the time.
I came wounded
To the shore.
Sure, it was foolish,
To hope,
To be soothed,
To be cradled,
To know less aches;
Lighter on the waves.
But I was too wounded,
Abrasions and bruises.
Surprise! I dived! I cried!
It burns, even the ocean.
The word 'prodigy' never found its way near my name. Yet, all I hear from peers who used to be proud, now concerned, is ' you know too much.' And I ask, and I cry.
Did I fly too close to the sun again, Father? Am I falling?
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I forget most in madness, sickness of my heart washes over these delicate memories I hold till they aren't. But something tells me, I will remember you, not as a warning, never that, more like warmth. I will know you as my gentle sun, less harsh than the real one.
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I weep in rememberance of the ache that once existed. Not before. I wait for it to die, then I cry for the sapling that grows on its burial floor. This doesn't save me from pain, it just spares no mercy. So I lament for what is and once was.
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I want to be like the tides, gentle and roaring. I would try to kiss the moon in one blink and come crashing down in another. But I am not that free. I am this little plant that seeps and stays. My smile depends upon the skies. Even if I hate to admit it, the winter solstice makes me long for warm lights.
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Almost and always
She tempts me
To be as cold as her
Winter, in all her beauty
Haunts me too
As she slowly dies with the dew
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Almost and always
She tempts me
To be as cold as her
Winter, in all her beauty
Haunts me too
As she slowly dies with the dew
-reign
I still drown in the waters I claimed to have mastered