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Poetry attends to Em's
Lonely state of mind and...
I plant my feet firmly into the softened soil,
Digging in my toes until they become my roots...
You were almost four
when I came into this world...
My blood looks enticing in its compartments.
I’m tempted to pierce my paper-thin skin...
I know I'm silent
And I take pride in that...
They do not change like the seasons.
My mother is the height of summer...
In this day and time there is no such thing as a fcking best friend anymore!
I don't regret my past. I just regret the time I've wasted with the wrong people.
"You will lose people in your life. Sometimes even the ones that you least expected. But you can't control it... you have to just look over it and realize what you do still have"