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it is what it is
life isn't fair
I know this well
but all I want is to get what I give
to receive the compassion I give to those who also live
but that isn't what happens
and it is what it is
when I feel alone
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Strong Paper
I write because light paper can carry things
Things that are too heavy
What am supposed to do when I don’t have my journal
Am I meant to feel things?
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Oversized Long-sleeve
sipping my ice chai
listening to music with earbuds
with the fire from a candle spreading a beautiful aroma, lavender with a hint of honey
writing in a notebook
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When There Is No Sun
"How much sleep did you get last night?" I look up from my slumped-over position to see my friend looking down at me with her plate of food. "Uh..." I say, rubbing my eyes. I think back to everything I did last night.
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Spoken with a Blackbird
The icy air blew through Alba’s long, curly white hair with streaks of blood throughout. Her bare feet felt the chill of the ice she stood on and were warmed by the crimson puddles she walked through.
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Notes in my yearbook
You know what I love about the end of the year?
This is the time when the yearbooks are being signed and you say goodbye to your teachers, that you realize that you truly are a human being that is recognized as existing.