Are you aware
what you did?
For the third time?
Once again?
Do you know
how I feel?
Ignored
overlooked
how come?
How come you didn't put in my effort?
How come every time I try, my hard work is not included?
It's absolutely not my fault
I know that
but it's most definitely yours.
Do you know
how much time it took for me to do that?
Do you know
how frustrated I got over it
my only beacon was people enjoying it?
I'm not trying to guilt trip you about this
you should be guilty enough on your own.
My favorite type of writing
is when I'm in the zone
I'm typing
no hesitations
just plugging in all of my honest thoughts and opinions into my somewhat-anonymous profile
spinning deeper and deeper into my spirals
In my mind
"Thanksgiving" has warped definition
twisted and mushed and changed by lots of different people
it used to be a holiday of celebration;
now it's harsh and revealed and true
it's cruel and violent
It's cold out
it's snowing
falling slowly
steadily
reassuringly
it brings a sense of calm
the world has begun the process of renewing;
once the snow melts
it will be spring
life will return
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