If she would 



She runs around

She runs around

And it tears her down

If she would stop
She could breathe

If she stopped 

She would inhale

what was all around

And it wouldn’t tear her down

Fighting within herself
 she would stand still
Just once in awhile

She could breathe

If she stood still
Just once in awhile

She would exhale 

All that was torn.

If she would.

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Published by: her mourning coffee

Walking a fine line between genius and insanity. My words are raw, sometimes visceral, and vulgar.  I write to settle my thoughts.  I have triggers that extract emotional immaturity, deep- rooted fears, anger, insecurity, vulnerability, yet I heal with every stroke of the pen.  I might be that monster.  I sometimes scare myself.  Please keep this in mind as you read.  I do not wish to provoke you, though stories need to be told. *not all posts are in real time

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