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I’ve been silent for a long time. All my life, actually. And it never occurred to me whether or not that was a bad thing.
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She sits in front of me/Not for my skin’s comfort/But for digital reaction
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I sat there, observing the city people. Frowns upon all our faces. The rain moistened my heart and journal. A blind family; a trio. They used their wands to lead the way.Their faces read joy but, most importantly, satisfaction.My envy filled the damp page.
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The steam and odor of teenagers coated with subwoofers spitting dirty, dance playlists filled our cafeteria. The walls were painted by lights that regurgitated the colors of our glow sticks—the neon greens, blues, purples, and oranges. There was more of
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I don’t think I like where we stood
To see these golden paths of what could
I hate to think I awoke from this lie
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The drops of water stuck to the windows
like she stuck to Marlboro
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The moon is always there for me pulling back and forth the white caps of my heart, and guiding the stream of my mind that carves away at my rib cage The bodies of water never meet I can walk for hours alongside the stream Following it…
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My sorrow and pity/Became an extension of my body/Always reaching for her embrace
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Tight ropes and children singing Dark gradients and high school performers The music plays, motivating the hungry soldiers, but who am I to fight in this war? They spin and spin at tempos equivalent to my heartbeat …
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