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    dots Submission Name: Break Medots
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    Author: BestxDeceptions
    ASL Info:    22, Female, Kentucky.
    Elite Ratio:    2.23 - 25/66/49
    Words: 159
    Class/Type: Poetry/Love
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    dotsBreak Medots
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    Hold my hand
    when I'm too proud to admit
    that I'm scared,
    of life, of love, of you.

    A part of me,
    needs all of you
    to be whole again.
    What am I missing?

    My life has turns
    of which I can't explain.
    Sometimes I just need to hear
    what you have trouble saying.

    A brace for the days when
    I'm weaker than most.
    A shoulder for the days
    when the tears I say don't come,
    fall from my worried eyes.

    I hold through the night
    very loosely.
    My shell is only as hard as I
    pretend it is.

    I'm cracked and bruised.
    I'm tired and worn.
    I'm as cliché' as these lines
    you read.

    I won't lie,
    I never have, and I can't.
    When I say I do,
    I do.

    So, please,
    tell me?
    I need to know that
    when I sleep at night,
    I'm safe with you.




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