Maybe Im brave, maybe Im foolish, but Im sure this next poem will divide people.
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Wriggle and squirm
I can hear you I swear
I feel like that too.
But I can't hear you out,
Not this time.
Fingers and toes
So perfect, so small.
I need this
But I dont want this,
Forgive me?
Fear dragging me down,
I hate this, why me?
Foolish mistakes,
Made in a love struck frenzy.
My fault.
Dont hate me,
For the choice I have made.
I hate myself for choosing this,
I'd hate myself if I didn't.
No win.
Smiling faces,
Hundreds of faces. Hundreds of forms.
Somber faces. Tense atmosphere.
Im sorry. So sorry. So sorry.
Blackout.
Sarah x
