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handwriting
I still curve my g's the way my first grade teacher taught me. I'm sure you do too.
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boy
i think about claiming myself, labelling myself as i please.
what is a label? is it a name? a descriptor?
what is it to claim an identity?
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an excerpt
excerpt from "scars of what once was" by AL.
my words grew weak, and my mind started racing.
maybe you couldn't hear me.
i screamed it again, hoping you would hear me.
(...)
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normal / broken
why can't i be normal?
please, can i be normal?
can i love you without consequence?
you're perfect.
i'm broken.
i'm bound to break you, too.
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free
and i think about how,
in that moment,
with you,
your sweet embrace,
and your warm lips against mine,
i felt free.
can i have just a moment more?
Loves
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A Final Goodbye
Leave me like the setting sun,
your love’s shown in the sky,
our final goodbye.
Whispers of your name-
follow me around like a game.
Reminders of you are everywhere.
I know one day they’ll go away,
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Lullaby
Carried by the songbird’s wings
Through forests bright, caverns dim,
Flying in the wild wind.
Tears have been shed and goodbyes have been said
And the light is leaving from your eyes.
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Rookie
He said please come down—a story and another building away.
I was scared, but still, he wanted me.
He said he's been waiting almost a year for me.
I knew I could get caught, but still, he wanted me.
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Real
*trigger warning: dysphoria
A short memoir on finding your truth