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DEPRESSION
Do you know what it feels like to just float around, not living life?
Especially when a million people just push you down.
Pressure builds, and you just want to scream in agony.
Repressed emotions fight to the surface.
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Nature's Beauty
A winding trail.
A gentle breeze.
Flowers bloom.
My smile blossoms.
A hike into the unknown
is just what I need
to clear my head
and heal my heart.
I'll climb and climb
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Why?
Why?
One word. One question. So many answers.
Why?
I don't know. Maybe because my brain doesn't work right.
Why?
I don't know. Maybe because I can't control my body.
Why?
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Bias as I see it
I think bias is ingrained in humans. No one can escape it. Personally, I have to deal with bias all the time. Between being disabled, being goth, and being queer, a lot of people make assumptions about me.
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So, I can't be touched.
I was in health class, and we were doing a group activity. In my group, there was a girl who had been teasing me the day before. I was weary of her, but decided to give her a second chance. I almost wish I hadn't.
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Possessed
I am possessed.
Pins and needles. Dull pain. Faint tingling sensations.
My body is not my own. It does not do what I want.
My hands are clawed, and I cannot move them.
My toes are curled, and they won't unbend.
Loves
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The Young Poet's Manifesto
anyone
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The Pain of Broken Friendship
A mini-canvas of me and her in a faceless painting style lies face down in the corner of my bookshelf. It took a month or two to turn over, but I still have the canvas. We made it at her house during a sleepover.
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An Impossible Friend?
Do you remember that tall tree
with the wide trunk and knotted roots?
The one that stood alone in the middle
of a wide field that seemed to stretch for miles?
No? You don't?
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Orchard
now I sit in the orchard
Apples, pears, and plums filter the sunlight
it shines through in thread-width rays
pure and packed with heat
unmeasurable in inches
unmeasurable in its own way
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In what world would I ever know my Grandmother
How can it be that I cannot exist without and with her
Sometimes I like to imagine we have the same eyes, brown with glints of green and yellow, like a sprouting garden in spring.
