
Writing

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Malady of Mistrust
Cursed.
Am I cursed?
Cursed to tie myself to people, swearing that they’re going to be different.
Only for resentment to grow like ivy, sentencing me to a place of discontent.
I’ve called it paranoia.
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A Single Sentence Letter to Our Daughters
i think i know why aliens haven't visited us. they're
definitely watching with rapt attention, waiting
to see how we climb the highest wall
humanity built for ourselves in the past
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Believe
What is done alone can be done together,
with anger can turn love,
with hope there will always be a light.
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The Tide Calls
The tide calls
it beckons hearts
it soothes souls
it will encompass you within its salty wrath
give you praise, accept you
and then spit you back out.
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Boston
Siren’s yell pounds on my brain,graffiti paints the walls in the letters unknown,
I feel so small beneath the metal mountains above,
the honking brings fear into my peaceful existence,
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Unreal (A City Story) Part 1
She walked out into the train station slowly, letting it hit her head on. The bustle---the everything in front of her was overwhelming. And amazing, but mostly overwhelming.