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Cry.

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I remember the monochrome screaming
of sure fired spits and banes,
blue-red flickering out my window
while I allowed hateful hours
and was scared to show my own face.

Breathe.

I remember more adrenaline than fear
when I underwent a painful grip,
a knowing of experience I never imagined,
the night of ultimate humiliation
by being tossed in the extremeties of plunderers
and not just stripped of my only comfort,
but given so little dignity left over.

Hold on.

I remember falsehoods and deceit,
the persons I called friend
due to poor judgement and lack of know-how
and due to excitment of finally being loved
by someone who didn't have to call me pretty.

Breathe.

I remember the blood from dreams
which still lead on this sleeplessness
so I lay in shades of violet and lavender
and the smell of burning righteousness,
only speculative of what a sane one
with dreams of sex and gumdrops
might say if I told them
of these never ending cycles
behind these pretty little eyelashes.

Sit still.

I remember all of it
and feel no shame in my name
or the belittled consideration and sturdiness
of handling every blow of pretentious wind
that I now consist of after years
of what seems like classic training
and years of waiting for my own advice
to take me to paradise in one piece.

Cry.

There is nothing wrong with crying, and it doesn't mean I'm going to kill myself. Breathe in, breathe out. That's what they keep telling me lately. I tell myself, "Breathe. Hold on. Sit still." What good does that do? Crying actually does something.

 

And it sure as hell doesn't mean I'm weak. I'm probably the strongest person you'll ever meet. That's something I'm determined to prove to every single one of those bastards who tried to break me. Every person who took a piece of me, and simply just spit on it like it was vermin.

 

Some day, they'll wonder why they were dumb enough to miss out on something as great as the adventure I could've brought them.

 

02/03/14

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This-Is-Someone-Else's avatar
It is works like this that give new, spectacular meaning to a simple word like 'Cry'. The emotion behind this is astounding. Well done.