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Four Years
I'm scared.
I can't believe we're here
Again.
I can't believe this is reality
Again.
Four years
They say.
It's only four years.
But it's four years
Of a living hell for me.
They laugh
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The Sorrow
The sorrow I know
Is like no other.
It is too deep
Too raw
Too real.
And as I stand here
Within its everlasting clutches
I find little bursts of hope.
And these little burst of light
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falling...
falling...
a good day
fun and silly
almost happy
then the whispers
falling...
I laugh and run
with gay abandon
chasing dreams
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My Right To Live
Author's (long) Note:
Why is it that when you have a disability, that's all people see?
Kids my age:
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Mourning Autumn
Her hair,
Long and brown,
With that hint of red.
Her eyes,
Blue and bright,
With that touch of green.
Her style,
Bubbly and pink,
With all that glitter.
This is the Autumn -
My (Third) Name In a Nutshell
Kind, but scared
Overprotective, but with good intentions
Voluntarily facing danger
Every moment, in pain
Loves
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-sky-
smoke bleeds through the sky like marker does to paper
tearing, thrashing.
breaking, bashing.
the birds are sad.
it's hard to catch the people undistracted,
but they too are sad.
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Somebody
I heard from a guy who told somebody
Bout the deserts dry
And the forests muddy
But they forgot to tell bout the rainy skies
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?
was it easy for you to love
me? i’m not asking about the good days, i’m asking about
the whole time period in which i
was allowed in your life.
was i easy to love? but please,
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the hole where we stood
A story you're told about once every year,
Details increase as you're judged old enough.
Then one year it stops, the story as sparse as it can be,
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Vase
What am I?
A doormat for your shoes?
Cobblestone for your steps?
Am I meant for nothing more
than a book, open pages,
assigned by your english professor,
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