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sophomore year later
i used to dream
of the day
i started middle school,
thinking the excitement
of getting older
outweighed the pain
of growing up.
my teachers wondered why.
and now that i'm in
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fermata
I sob for
something I think I
hate, but cry "no no no"
when asked if I
want to quit.
Because I just can't.
There is no
possible way
that I could quit.
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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
Loves
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Music lives here
Music lives here.
I can feel the rain unleashing behind my eyes
thunderstorms building beneath the keys
lightning strikes with each hit of the timpani.
Music lives here.
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Heartbeat & Haiku
Composed on a run
With autopilot turned on
And an old love song
Quick little poems
With no start, nor a clear end
Grown just in my head
In a cozy nook
Not unwritten, but unsaid
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