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I'm an 18 year old girl in Rural America. I write to stay sane. Sometimes my poetry blows people away, sometimes it's just me venting. I've been writing since I was really young. Literature has been a safe haven for me.I have daddy issues. I have never smoked. I hate parties. I love reading. Words are my one escape from reality.I bear my soul on here, this is the one place I can be completely honest. This is my safe haven. I leave for college this fall. I have no idea which college.... but I leave for college in the fall. Ask me anything. add my fb https://www.facebook.com/margaret.howson my twitter @marghowson



Persephone

meader:

The sight of your face

Leads to destitute lungs.

Once you’ve gone from my

bloodshot vision

Only my eyes can breathe

shaky, sharp, salted gasps.

For you linger in my chest,

your words and your smile

as I suffocate; elated.

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