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The Girl I Wanna Be
She loves everyone,
so everyone loves her.
Even when she's crumpling inside,
She'll always show the side of her
that's always willing to be positive.
When you want to throw your world away,
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Waiting for Everything to Change
The stillness,
before the clouds collide and
the thunder and lightening starts.
The moment where the city
seems to stop all its bustling
just before a storm.
The couple of seconds that
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On the Side of the Highway
The car spun 3 times
before crashing into the barricade.
Our car.
We were okay, me and my family.
We were unscathed.
Thank goodness.
It was all a blur.
It might as well have been a dream.
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The System is Rigged
Excellent grades.
Excellent sports records
Excellent leadership qualities.
Excellent personality.
The list goes on and on...
They expect us to be superhuman.
They need us to know what we
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If only things hadn't changed
I guess I'm happy for you.
Actually, I really am.
At least, I'm expected to be.
Because, if you can't be proud
of one of your best friends,
can you really be proud of
anyone?
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Losing myself
I'm lost in this giant world.
Surrounded by millions of people,
but at the same time, connected to none.
They think they can see right through me.
They think they know what I want.
Loves
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My sister that is not my blood
She is my sister,
that is not my blood.
Long black hair,
and kind eyes.
Composition class,
met by chance,
ended up laughing till our sides hurt.
Now we are in college,
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Goals
It's good to have goals.
Right?
I mean
They seem like a good idea
The idea of succeeding in something you worked hard for
The thrill of when you finally achieve it
Like finishing a detailed painting
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Journal Two (Astrid's Journal)
Hi! I'm not exactly sure who I am writing to, but it seems right to say hi. My name is Astrid, and I'll get right to the point.
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Rain
Rain, a thing often described as “sad” but think about it.
Is rain really sad? It feeds crops, cleans the earth? Does that sound sad?
Think of it as sad, but if you look, like really look. -
Sitting in a Hippie Bus Regretting Lost Things and Feeling Hopeful for the Future
I am sitting here by the fairy lights strung
Through the interior of West’s bus
Listening to him sleep
Writing down everything that I want you to know
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Essence
Butterfly kiss, soft against my skin.
Promises.
Cyclone of feeling, enveloping not just me, but us.
Anticipation.
Honey-brown sunset eyes, on my green hazel.
Confessions.