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On a scale
I look in the mirror
Like any girl my age
But I'm repulsed in horror
At what is on stage
I look at those numbers
Wait for them to go down again
114, 113, 112
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An Ode to a Preventable Future
Formerly titled "An Ode to A Wasteland"
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Winter: A time of year
Winter. A time of year we all know well.
A time of year when we hear the ringing of every bell.
A time of year when adults laugh and children play,A time of year that lasts many a day.
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3 : 0 0 A M
solar-soft night because i stayed up whispering non-existent melodies to the dreaming clouds,
pierced the veil of daybreak with needle-sharp notes-
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Someday
The clasp on her helmet made a satisfying clicking sound as Shay clipped it under her chin, preparing for her largest mountain biking race yet. A double marathon relay. -
The attic
The attic always talks almost like it walks,
The sound echoes over and over always getting bolder
The attic's always right, time to think twice, for when you do you feel blue