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... the waking up is the hardest part.
the worst feeling in the world. you feel it in your heart...palpitating. you slowly take a breath trying to make it easier on yourself. it's no use. you take another, calm, cool, not so collected. you break. the first tear.. then you turn on itunes to play a soothing song. no use. you change it to "slow dancing in a burning room." a symphony of tears stream down your face and your back to that dark deep ditch, except it's under your covers.. your face planted in your pillow. your belly on your bed which is older than you.. then you curl into a ball, a safe small ball.. hoping nothing else will hurt you even more.

this a rap for the weary, a song for the weak
a rhyme scheme for those who feel unheard when they speak
all the memories made together, feel made out of dirt
from beginning to end it's who hurt who first
back and forth intolerance. hate and then you love again.
call yourself a fool cause you're swallowed up inside of him.
silly little girl, simple little girl. you want a love he's not giving you, you.
now you sick and tired of it,
wondering when you gonna quit.. now or never baby when you gonna choose, choose?

more to that..but too deep to pour out into the internet.
i just want peace.