You look for all the signs that
I may hurt you
And as you look for them
You'll find them
Though I don't try to
You'll get hurt
As your own paranoia
Has no place
In my strained heart
So you push
And while I won't hurt you
There are times
Where you hurt yourself
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The Poetry Collection [Editing]
PoetryA soulful recollection and philosophies on life from a young, femme, punk poet. Poems ranging from when I was still in school, moving out, exploring the world for the first time, moving through the years, until now, being an independent artist and b...
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