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fighting self

i had a dream

the other night

helped me understand

part of who i hide

 

i ran

hurt

now know why

 

when i woke up

i knew

why i hurt myself

with arrows i sharpen

aim for my heart

pulling my

skin from muscles

veins from about bones

yanking my rib cage free

clawing until i can reach

my soul

casting it aside

like so little trash

 

lying in a dream state

trying to decide

how to change

the truth

i know

 

 

by Daphne Shadows

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Opalescent

The tears don’t help anymore.

They just fall.

Did they ever lessen the pain?

 

And then I remember.

I never cried at all.

 

by Daphne Shadows

Daphne Shadows

Daphne Shadows

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