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it takes all my strength not to dig you up from the ground in which you lay  

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Sometimes, it makes me sick. The power in my cracked hands.. the strength in my aching head. I choose to ignore it. Be the same old girl everyone wants. I shut out the voices and whispers and begs. To be something better. To be a human. To let the light in and shatter the stone monster I’ve grown into. I am numb to it all. The nerves have gone dead and the surface doesn’t register warmth, nor light, or gentle grazes. So I am left alone once again. Lying on the floor in my head. And old words litter the floor, keeping me pinned there with fear. The tremors begin and phrases spill violently into my blood. I realize I will never love the way you want me to.