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Literature
A Child Again
I wish I could be a child again.
Where all I had to worry about
Were skinned knees
And cooties from boys.
I wish I would be a child again.
Where boys ran away from girls
And no one lied.
I wish I could be a child again.
Where parents were devoted
In every part of my life.
I wish I could be a child again.
When there was recess,
And fun and games.
I want to be a child again.
I want the child meant wonder.
I want the never ending hope.
I want loyalty.
I want simplicity.
I want to be a child again.
I want my innocence back.
I want to not have to worry.
I want grades that don't matter
I want time outs to be the worse punishme
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I tried
I tried to count my scars,
But I couldn't tell
Where one began
And another ended.
So I tried to count the cuts,
But I couldn't, because
Blood smeared across my skin,
Connecting them like a thin,
Red veil of pain.
And so I cried.
I cried a single tear, because
When I need to cry,
I can't.
Finally, I sat down,
And put pen to paper,
Or fingers to keys.
And tried to write my emotions.
But I couldn't, because
I don't know how to tell the world
What I feel like,
When I have no right.
I looked from the blood stained tissues,
Across my torn body,
Into my own eyes, reflected perfectly by the mirror before me.
Another tear was p
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i. I think that everyone is wounded. In their own ways.
I think everyone is Hurt. Crying. Bleeding out. But we're all too stubborn to let it show and all this fighting is just because we're scared.
ii. I had a nightmare last night. I was in a room full of people but they didn't notice me. I grasped at their hands and tripped over their feet. I screamed at their backs and cried in front of their own blank eyes. Eventually I started clawing at my own throat because everything I said couldn't truly convey what I was feeling.
iii. You aren't really a monster. It was just a mask you wore for a little while.
iv. I want to be pure. I
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