
Writing

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Tired.
I’m tired.
Not “need-a-nap” tired.
Not “school-was-long” tired.
I’m tired in a way that reaches all the way down to my ribs.
I don’t sleep much anymore.
I stay up listening.
Not for music.
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Fire
Wisps of smoke flick through the sky
a quickly fading whisper of what was
of what used to be
but not anymore.
Faintly glowing embers
tokens of the past
they fade away too soon
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Bob the lilac bush
There's a lilac bush
or a tree
or a bush-tree
none of us can actually tell
and its name is Bob
or Barbara
or Bobara
none of us can decide
and it is a gender-fluid lilac bush/tree/bush-tree
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First
I'm not going to lie,
I don't care -
I never really did.
I didn't last year
And I still don't.
But.
It does give me that
Teeny
Tiny
Itty
Bitty
Little
Bit of
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Sometimes you can't
Sometimes you just can't.
The hardest part is accepting it,
At least for me.
Accepting that you won't be able to
Carry every load
Be every version of yourself
Always be the best
Meet every expectation.
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the passion of life
i am a dreamer
with plans for something big
something great
i have a purpose
i strive to live for
and passion