I am a mess, held together with safety pins and blue tape. I am a walking chalk line of my former self.
I am a mess, held together with safety pins and blue tape. 
I am a walking chalk line of my former self.
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thomas
thomas justlovingtheworld
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Dealing with life, feeling better

I am a mess, held together with safety pins and blue tape. I am a walking chalk line of my former self.

I listen to his lies because I need his voice. I accept his broken love because it’s the best my broken heart can get, even if it is just left over pieces of a shinier me, dulled down by lies and deceptions

I am pounded together by clay that someone left in the rain, a voodoo doll with pins and needles in its side, ripping the stitches out.

I am the rotting house that is filled with old memories and haunted spirits. I am my fathers voice, my mothers heart, and society’s insecurities of what love is supposed to feel like.

I am a mess that accepts those standards because without it, the walls shake. Without it, the voices get louder, making me crumble. Soon I realize I am nothing but ash

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