Jessica Bentson Poems

My soul aches for so much more.
A truth, an existance,
a purpose to which I am here for.
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To us her memory is skewed, the pages are all sketched
in black and white and grey
with a sharp number 2 they are etched.
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i carry a cloud of emotions that shadow me and i push you away because if you come too close the warmth of sunlight will vanish and you too will forever be sucked in to this burning cold hell of worry and fear.
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