healing
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Cheap champagne, paper streamers, I played the good hostess in a house full of tears. Swallowed the truth till it burned going down,Ignored the fault lines that grew without sound. You said, “It’s all in your head,” with that sugar-laced grin,Twisting the story to stay in your spin.But a whisper of fury’s a vow I’ll
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I used to sleep like a solider,Boots by the bed, eyes on the door.Now I lie still in the quietAnd wonder what I’m waiting for.I don’t miss the fire or the wreckage,Just the way it made me move. When everything was burning,At least I knew what to do.Patched their walls, ignored my stress.Thought my giving
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Before you get comfortable, let me give you the tour,This isn’t a heart that you’ve seen before.There are voices in the wall, a chill in the hall,and a portrait I’ve turned to face the wall.The last one who stayed tried to paint the walls white,but the shadows I live with bled through in the night.
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You walk in soft, and I brace for the blow.You’re not him, but my body don’t know.I laugh too loud, then I shut down fast.Scared you’ll leave if I don’t make it last.You reach for me like it’s no big deal,and I flinch like love’s not supposed to heal. Your steady hands and quiet eyes.You
I Wrote This Instead of Screaming 