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The Pain of Broken Friendship
A mini-canvas of me and her in a faceless painting style lies face down in the corner of my bookshelf. It took a month or two to turn over, but I still have the canvas. We made it at her house during a sleepover.
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Love
Both love and hate are free, and easy
But love makes people feel good;
Make people feel good.
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Phones
I am with my best friend, at her kitchen table, trying to tell her about a hard time I'm having.
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Camp Feelings
I’m at a seminar, for leadership.
Here, kids are like me: perfectionists, great students, excelling, afraid of not being enough.
Everyday, we scream our heads off to a cheer, O-U-T-S-T-A-N-D-I-N-G.
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Defying Perfection
Perfection- it has taken over the lives of millions of teenagers.
Expectations of perfection from parents, teachers, guardians, random people you've never even met, classmates, friends, and even yourself.
Loves
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insomnia's embrace
Lie awake tired, won’t go to sleep, regret it in the morning,
repeat.
I try to break the cycle,
but then something stops me.
Oh wait, it was just myself, again,
like always,
but I'm stuck and
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permanent
Pages hold the ink
of my pen, tears of my eyes,
power of my words.
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The truth about fitting in
fitting in is rent, and it's due every day
paid in the basic clothes you wear
and in the people of which you smile and compliment
but more importantly in the people you don't
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Summer Camp
The dirty gravel path crunches under the tires of our Toyota. Dust rises around the car, blurring the tall vibrant trees hugging the road.
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space between two lines
Conflict causes crazy
crisis, confuses me
until I'm numb.
Don't know what
I desire, asking the
question, "who am I, really?"
because I really want to know.
People's perceptions poke
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my mother's love
My hands cup my tears,
I always come back to you.
You make me smile.