The stars are fading,
one by one,
and she’s the only one
still keeping count.
The stars are fading,
one by one,
and she’s the only one
still keeping count.
Jordan rushed into the classroom three minutes late, holding a dripping umbrella. Everyone stared when he walked in, because his jacket and hair were soaked all the way through. “Sorry,” Jordan said, breathing hard.
Some days
I feel like I take up
too much space—
like every word I say
echoes louder
than it should.
And other days
I feel so quiet
I’m afraid the world
will blink
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