Writing
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What Are We Made Of?
What are we made of?
Flesh. Bones. Nerves. Muscle.
We are a cacophony of carrion all bundled together,
Seen as holy,
Seen as beautiful.
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Can't you see?
The words.
The comments.
The stares...
It all reminds me that no one cares.
Can't you see?
I'm not okay.
Because my thoughts remind me that I am not pleased with myself.
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Hopelessly
I've never understood the phrase
hopelessly in love.
It's in all the books,
it's on TV.
Characters meet their special someone and bam
they're free falling
but they have their safety nets
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God’s Plan
Under a grey sky a chin bows low
Weary to the sacrifice of time,
He does not note how the sun begins to show
This world has disallowed him of his fundamental right,
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unedited riffing take two
If you told me that destiny was real. That everything that would ever happen was predetermined. You know what I would do differently? Nothing. Why should I? Who cares that you were meant to read this? You have, and now it is over.
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The important thing
The important thing isn’t getting over it, it’s showing you’re doing better without them.