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I Love
I love the way the light filters through trees
and how the ocean sounds at night
and my feet sinking into the earth
and bird song at sunrise
and how my name sounds on your breath
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Big City kid
Fifteen years ago I moved
I was two years old
Now I am seventeen
The big city kid
It's hard to believe a town of 44,597
Can be considered a city.
Being a big-city kid
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Broken down heart
I break down
eyes fall closed
despite all efforts to notice the words
written on a board at the speed of light
It's harder to stay awake
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No, I am not ok
"Am I ok?"
I whisper to myself,
In the mirror,
A girl I don't recognize stares back.
She looks as if she has been crying again,
Her heart breaking into shards.
She whispers back,