English is a stupid language

Goodbye to a bright-lit soul

Lost to the power of pain

The fate’s thread has been cut

Into the candle wick I light

Health is

Running through cool rain

Eating whatever you please

Drinking juice like nectar

Sleeping in “too late”

Accepting your big body

Taking mental health breaks

Finding your peace

Mr. Kennedy,

For the love of all that is good

Understand that I am no disease

Calm the dogs you send after us

Kindness is the only way

You are the least qualified

Of all the people for the job