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11/1
Tears are cakey. They're extreme. Maybe that's why nobody wants to see them. It feels like you're seeing somebody nude. Can I tell you what I love? I don't know. I don't know. I don't know.
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10/23
Today was a fairly good day. I love myself. I love my life. Read this next time you're in anguish. I'm watching October slip by like fall leaves on a dead tree. I need to find something else to do besides watching the time pass. I have no energy.
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Loves
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I am a girl from Burlington, Vermont.
I am a girl from Burlington, Vermont.
And I will always be a New England girl,
Trips to Maine because I can’t survive the summer without seeing the ocean.
Family from Massachusetts,
And a dear love for Boston. -
The Snow
a fresh white blanket covers the hill.
i press my palms down into the layers.
flakes fall onto my face.
they melt fast but the feeling stays.
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Blue Marble
The pressure on your chest weakens as the craft gradually decelerates to a halt, and you find all the mass has been pulled out of you, leaving only your volume.
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pushes through
art is love and love pushes through.
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VT
vermont is a half-finished poem with all the lines scratched out.
grandfathers who’ve lived here their whole lives still talk of leaving,
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Am I doing this right?
Am I doing this right?
Is there some rule book for college that my mom never made me read?Was it lost in translation because I was never popular?
Or maybe because my parents had stricter rules?