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Stop TryingYou're supposed to protect me You're supposed to love me. You say you love me You say you don't even like me You say you prayed for me You say you don't want me. Did I do something wrong? Or did I do nothing right? Which do I believe? I've tried to love you I've tried to forgive you. To do what you say Is to go against myself. Nothing is enough for you. I'm trying to be the person You want me to be. What more do you want from me? Daddy?Stop Trying
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Perhaps: A Game With FlowersPerhaps you love me. . . .Perhaps: A Game With Flowers
Perhaps you don't. . . .
Petals fall slowly Twisting and turning In the wind. Perhaps you'll grow. . .
To love me again. . .
Or perhaps not. . .
Petals gather at my feet. I will wait for you Even if you push me away I will be here to hold you. Perhaps I will forget you Perhaps I will stop loving you. Perhaps the tears will stop And the pain receed. . . . . But I know they won't. . . . The petals stop dropping They lay motionless. Their colors stain my fingers. I've learned to let go To g
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FloatingMy hands stretch towards you But the road pulls away. Things unsaid float above us In a tapestry of sky. Your swirling green eyes Full of silent wars raging Are clouded over with pain. You can see into me. I hated you for this. Weren't you afraid Of what you could see? Or of what you couldn't? I float in unfeeling water, I'm drowning in you. Is this state we're in Truly better? My hands float up above me And I can feel your hands against mine. You don't lift me up, But you refuse to let me fall further. I hang suspended betwFloating
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Chapter 1Chapter 1 Sunlight shined through the bent green blinds onto the shiny wrinkled posters of scantily clad women, rock bands, and yet-to-be-released video games. The carpet floor was matted with spilled sodas and old pizza sauce. To the stains: books of questionable morality, boxers, and the occasional potato chip costumed the floor as a miniature dump. A faint beeping sound from a digital alarm clock buried beneath a sweater at the head of the small bed broke the silence. A lump of coverlets and pillows on the bed shifted, rolled, and fell to the floor crushing a bag of stale potato chips. A gangly, blonde-haired boy ofChapter 1
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"If I must die,
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