Victoria Roy

Sitting In the rain
High off of the ground in a tall tree
Aimlessly thinking of the pain
Trying to become free
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As I start the last
Of many drawn out miles
Tears stream down my face
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The sunlight shinning
Wakes me up, I’m still distant
Holding on to sleep
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I was born and raised
In this god-forsaken town
But it is something to be proud of
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It is a strange thing
When a smile becomes
A voice that fills your
Mind
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Sometimes I wonder if
Anyone would notice
If I killed myself
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Before I met you
You were already
Becoming intertwined
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I turn my hips
In the perfect rotation
To keep it going
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A gentle escape
Leaves me glowing
They don’t understand me
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Three best friends
Currently sitting among me
Lost in this life
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So elegant
A constant flow
Of red
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Sitting all alone
Thinking of him

Jealous of her
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Those little parallel lines
Short and perfectly centered
DEEP
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How silly you would feel
If you happened
To discover
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