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Teenager
Maybe being a
teenager is just a con
stant state of panic.
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My Eyes Hurt
Minute tremors burrow under my skin as
yesterday’s mistakes become today's problems.
Eyelids itchy and irritable, I blink over and over
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Dark, dark (Midnight)
I am dark dark.
Ebony.
Melanin.
Not sun-kissed but
scorched.
Not moonlight but
midnight.
Loves
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April, My Admiral
April, my admiral,
lighten my wings with your shrill whistle,
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the american dream
i toured six different colleges over the past week
& i didn't care about the clubs
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Lavender and Gardenias
Her room smelled of lavender and gardenias
As we lay under silky rays of sun
And danced around the truth in long, snaking sentences,
Words falling over one another until they
Became nothing, only syllables
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