how many times can my head hit the pavement before i realize.

i'll take every smile and mail it back to you. because i can't stand the way i know i'm stubborn. each morning a unknowing sun graces me with thoughts of how to remember ME again. Nothing has been normal. I pretend alright, i always had that confused with you. I'm a good actress and you knew me too well. loose photographs hang from my conscience written with dates in washable marker. Collected rocks and stupid songs hold trohpy for this victory. We were taught to protect ourselves from others not from ourselves. with designer drugs in our pockets. we close our eyes and look the other way. That way we have time to remove the marker stains from our hands. (and it all goes back to the sun...)

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