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Safe space
My virtual home
where I can make my words dance and no one can change the choreography
where I can be loved by other people like me
where I can realize that I'm not as alone in the world as I originally thought
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Walking home
This is when all my thoughts merge
into one big cloud
chasing me everywhere
demanding things
this is when I answer
when I walk home
when I contemplate reality
life
existence in general
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I try
I try
to strive in life
to get things done, to win
to be on top of everything
it's hard.
I've learned
that a concept
like life is hard to grasp
you have to learn to hold it, but
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I'm sorry
I'm sorry
but for what, you might ask?
Some people know
other people don't need to know
the point is that the message gets across.
I get it
I didn't mean to lash out at you
well, actually I did
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Orange pen
Orange pen
curving, looping, tracing my thoughts onto a page
fulfilling my orders
moved by my hand.
Orange pen
flying, soaring, leaping
dancing across the page
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How come?
Are you aware
what you did?
For the third time?
Once again?
Do you know
how I feel?
Ignored
overlooked
how come?
How come you didn't put in my effort?
Loves
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behind the screen
this happens too often:
attachment to that one friend;
a text—a hey—oh look,
i'm crying again.
you read it but you don't respond,
you play your games instead;
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Australia has made an excellent decision
Australia’s social media ban for people under sixteen is a gigantic leap forward for societal well-being.
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Yesterday, today, and tomorrow
Yesterday
you looked in the mirror
said to yourself,
ugh
I look ugly
she's so ugly
ew
last week
you saw your reflection in the window
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a brief, incomplete overview of being a girl
- Being a girl is being afraid to like the color pink, because you don’t want people to think you’re a girly-girl. You're not.