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This Life That Isn't So Much Mine as it is Everyone Else's
I all of a sudden have everything I want
 And I want nothing to do with any of it.
 I've been so accustomed to living
 This life that feels like
 Rocks being thrown constantly at something
 That can't be fixed 
 And it feels constantly like drums beating at my ears when I have headphones on trying to drown out the sound
 When my mom yells at me I plug my ear and hum a song
 To myself that sounds like a better version
 Of my life, 
 This life
 That isn't so much mine as
 It is everyone else's.
 
 I remember the other night
 You looked at me loudly
 As you wrapped your index finger around this bracelet of sin
 That I wear on my left wrist that is supposed to remind me
 That no one is perfect 
 As you tell me
 I’m perfect
 And mindlessly wrap a second finger around it.
 
 You pulled my chin to yours with the other fingers that weren’t lingering with my sins
 And as you pressed your lips against mine I wondered
 Who it was that decided falling in love was a decent thing
 And why no one ever empathized that everything that falls ends up broken
 
 Sometimes I feel like you look right through me
 Past my brain and my soul
 Straight into the banister of my heart 
 That keeps the pain from oozing through the cracks 
 That have been installed due to prior engagements
 But every time you push my hair back behind my ear and tell me
 That it’s hard for you to look away from me-
 Each crack sews itself up one stitch at a time
  
 I want to know where exactly this valley of love is
 That gathers together all of the love that has been lost
 I would like very much to give it to all of the people
 That only know love the way I unfortunately have gotten to know it-
 One sided
 And cold

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