9:28

Throw me to the wolves They say And I will come back Leading the pack Does not come close to What I had to survive

9:20

A constellation of scars On my back like the night sky Tragically beautiful her face looking up Glowing connecting the picture of her life

9:8

Thorns carve a story on wise stems From each beautiful root Grounded, bending, not breaking in the wind Never to trust roses cut at the stem

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It will all pay off in the end and I will be stronger for it. Like my sister told me from her tombstone not just me but both her and I will get through it.

3.29

This ocean is the potion The poison, I have drowned myself in night after night, trying to forget but I am not sinking I have no trouble breathing I am alive

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