Krystal Alvarez

When that pen was traced across my wrist, I drew a simple map.

One beginning and one end. Short, hard, and sweet.

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Painful memories are haunting my every being. Strap me to an armchair and dissect my very thoughts, for fear is coming through dark clouds into my dreams

Its never enough to be on track, and know what you are doing. It lasts for moments, then it is gone.

He took it from me. Stole what I had and now I am left with nothing but insecurity. The insecurity

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All I did was ask a simple question and I was almost crucified by words….

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… and in the darkness, he wrote those words….

…not truely knowing how hard I fell when I could not see my way…

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“I cannot cry because I know that is weakness in your eyes… I am forced to fake a smile, a laugh, everyday of my life”

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Would it be cliché to say, “it’s not you, it’s me..”

Even if that was the truth….

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