The Legend herself

I see the text the next morning,

After she has already passed. 

I can't believe it's happened—

Life goes by so fast. 

 

She didn't mean a lot to me,

Though it's still sad that she's gone. 

No one can live up to her,

She's the only one. 

 

I think I'll end this poem—

I don't have much to say. 

She already had her funeral

And I never came. 

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    Scraps

    Ask for help

    They tell you,

    But when you do,

    They refuse to give it,

     

    Be yourself

    They chant,

    But when you try,

    You're told to hide away. 

     

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    flicker, flicker

    The light flickers in my bedroom

    as I brush my hair;

    I remember that theory that it’s someone dead trying to speak to you,

    I’m sure it’s just a thing from movies.


    The light flickers again in the bathroom 

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