foreign language
breathe
a slip
wet
the shower a hazard zone
save yourself
i cry
be safe
i whisper
don't know what to write
or do
every word holds the potential
for pain
what step to take
what part of myself deserves listening
too young
i feel
but too old
also
worried
afraid
the e.r. was not in the plan
and i'm so far away
too far away
to help
are you alright
i type
can you hear me
i type
am i in this all alone
i type
terrified
to act
and
terrified
not to
is it the risk
that worries me
or the risk
that turns me on
fireworks
explode
within my body
only one way to exit
only one way to put them out
the white picket fence
is not
i fear
in my immediate future
but it isn't too late
for you
to tell me what to do
why did feelings have to become
destructive
why did it have to happen
now
because
the voice bellows
it was all in the plan
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Have I ever told you how much I love your photos?
I've only been to NYC once and let me just say, it was when I was young enough to run around with my Statue of Liberty foam hat thingy and not care what everyone else thought!
You are truely an artist :)
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