first poem

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Can you just hold me tight? Tell me everything will be alright. I know that I'm not right. You're telling me these sweet times. I know I'll make it out of here soon. May break a nose or two. Someday you'll see me an want to meet me. But I'm just a ghost walking these crowded streets. One touch an I'll be no longer me. Don't take my hand. Run away. Show me you care and let me decay. Your love hurts in the sweetest way... Please stranger take these cut up wrists an feed me into the lovely abyss...

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