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<h3>Poem by <span class="has-inline-color has-luminous-vivid-orange-color">Yarona G Monthe</span></h3>
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<p>Sadness is my homie<br>Comes out to play only when I am sober<br>He would<br>Make me feel worthless,<br>Play mind games with me<br>Only to make me feel selfless;</p>
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<p>Sometimes,<br>sometimes he plays with my heart,<br>My lungs when he is angry<br>My thoughts: he despises them<br>He takes away the happiness with a slight grimace<br>He is my Grinch taking away the gay spirit in my face.</p>
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<p>I stay up at night listening to him<br>The party animal he is<br>I would seek silent days<br>cut myself to feel pain<br>Best excuse to ignore him<br>I close my eyes only to see darkness<br>And I wonder if this is what i might turn out to be</p>
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<p>Scream out loud<br>But the world feels out of reach<br>The distance between us<br>Longer than we preach<br>I scratch the door<br>Just so someone can hear me<br>Just so someone can come and help me<br>Put me out of this misery</p>
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<p>My friends do not even want me<br>They say depressed child<br>Aint fun no more<br>Betrayed I felt,<br>Because They do not,<br>They do not understand how the world sometimes feels like it is against me<br>A little bit of tobacco helps keep me sane<br>I drink to flush down the aloneness<br>They think they understand me<br>But it is just a ruse<br>My life be on a thread<br>One could say I am a fuse</p>
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<p>I hope one day i can amuse<br>I hope one day i can smile<br>Radiate so much<br>I could light the room<br>Feel less of a weight<br>Because my homie finally went to prison<br>My homie is no more a threat<br>I hope one day to go out and play with other children<br>Irritate my fiends</p>
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<p>I hope i am winning<br>For I don’t want to be sinning<br>The only remember you when you are 6feet under<br>Talk about how they didn’t notice<br>I am my own strength<br>My own “chin up girl we’ll get through this”</p>
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