achilles amelie magnolia Poems

I'll be honest I hate hospital hallways
Those beeps keep coming and I think i'm dying
I've been here in rooms like these one to many times
Being asked same question one to many times
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almost too tired, yet my eyes still open
my heart poured out into my school papers like i do to my poetry
yet it's different
when i'm writing poetry my heart is at ease and my my mind is clear and calm
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there's an old shelf in my mind, it's how my mind works
the shelf filled with books galore, but the books hold titles
the titles of desperation and isolation
i hate these books, they remind me too much
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'i adored you', say's my past
'i thought so highly of you, i wanted to be you so soon'
my eyes cried and i laughed at it's lie.
why must i be so sad, it's pathetic
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i want to find obsessive unknowing stranger love
i'm lonely, that's been made so very clear
i used to find it in myself, friendship in a silent isolation
now i have it all, the things i wanted
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through the window
into unknown I hide away
I'll watch the children
walking from school
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there's a time where that isolation was comforting
there's a time when crying fell unto my schedule
but time changes and when i used to cry
now i smile, dance, sing, live and work where I please
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