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brokenarrows

I'm writing to you from a library in a place that smells like bleach,
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You would think that by now I'd be accustomed to that smell,
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Considering all the times I've tried to scrub the walls of my own mind clean,
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But nevermind.
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I'm writing to tell you that things have changed,
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That nightmare you kept having features new monsters,
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Instead of waking up at three thirty every morning in a cold sweat
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You wake up at four.
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This might not seem like an improvement,
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But trust me, the circles under your eyes are a little less heavy.
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These old fears haven't changed,
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They are lurking even now under tired eyes,
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Behind locked doors that you keep repairing,
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Boarded up against everything that seems too difficult to name,
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It is a little easier to carry them now,
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Strapped to your back like a cross,
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Like a child,
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All you need to do is keep moving.
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This morning you found yourself crying over a stupid talk radio show,
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Thought about turning the car around,
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Considered wrapping it around a tree,
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But you didn't.
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And for every day you don't, there will be another letter
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And there will be another sadness,
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And none of this is new to the world.
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You will wake up every day,
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And when you want to wrap yourself inside and around the bedsprings know this:
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You can’t.
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No amount of rest will deter the onslaught of insult after insult,
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Your mind will continue to tear itself apart one synapse at a time,
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And in another eight hours you won’t even know your own face anymore.
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Unwrap your heart from its home in the cage of your hands,
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Take one step,
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Then another,
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Breathe in the smoke of someone else’s sadness,
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Let it fill your lungs like fire,
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Do something to put that fire out.
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I have this habit of sending spoken word poetry to my best friend.
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I would like to be able to send him my own words,
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But these people just say everything so clearly,
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In a way that makes you feel it,
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A quiet thunder vibrating in your chest,
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Painting its message across your face so beautifully,
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And I don’t believe that anything so clear and so perfect could ever come from me
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Maybe these words will never reach you,
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Or maybe you’ll forget them,
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But my hopes for you are so high,
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They reach out across skylines like crooked golden wings,
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Span all of this fear so easily on a clear day.
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I hope to see you walk across the stage in May,
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Exalted in finishing something you didn’t think you could,
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I want to watch you spend an evening alone waiting for no one,
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Quiet and smiling with a book on your lap,
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I wish you happiness, kindness, and I hope to see you bask in these things,
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To see you wear love everyday like you aren’t afraid to lose it,
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Braided into your hair or pinned loosely to the front of your shirt,
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I desperately want to love you,
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The way that I believe everyone else deserves,
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And if you remember nothing else of me that would be okay.
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