I live and I write
It swallows you whole,
Exceeds your control.
Apprehends your soul,
Until it has taken its toll.
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She was very sensitive.
As if the volume was turned up in her head.
She started using her mother’s sedatives,
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Here's a toast to the New Year.
Filled with new fears.
Accompanied by new peers.
Drizzled with new tears.
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She was not a natural socialite.
But her friends suggested they all went out tonight.
They told her she was always over worked and uptight.
And that it was about time she took them up on their invite.
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They say God only gives you what you can handle.
But lately I have realized that this cannot be true.
Every blow has the potential to blow out that candle.
So there is no guarantee that everyone will pull through.
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